by Jeffrey Zable
Of course we’re all in different stages of dying,
but it seems that those who are closest to it
are mostly the ones talking about it.
Yesterday, at a group that I belong to, this woman—
who was there with her husband— said at one point,
“I don’t know what I’m going to do after he’s gone.
It scares me to think about it!”
Given that her husband is 92 and she’s 15 years younger,
it made perfect sense.
After listening to a few responses, I said to her,
“I understand how you feel. I have no doubt
that my wife thinks similarly as she’s 19 years
younger than me.”
With that, there was silence for a moment…
© Jeffrey Zable
Jeffrey Zable is a teacher, conga drummer/percussionist who plays for dance classes and rumbas around the San Francisco Bay Area, and a writer of poetry, flash-fiction, and non-fiction. He’s published five chapbooks and his writing has appeared in hundreds of literary magazines and anthologies, more recently in Uppagus, Misfit, Streetcake, Ivo, Corvus, Dark Winter, The Ravens Perch, Rundelania, Moss Piglet and many others. His selected poetry, “When I’m Dead and Felling Blue” is now available from Amazon or directly from Androgyne Books.
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