"He's dead"
She said
In his sleep, died
Last night.
Unexplainable disbelief not quite yet
Mouth instant dryness
Slow motion, a moment
In between a moment
Like unpublished thoughts
Shelved in order awaiting
Ink inventory to swallow
Impossible words on deafness
To filter imploding imagery
Of understanding and all that was simple;
Like colour and shape, where
Only eyes are required -
When this moment finally becomes itself
And all terror and disbelief rains and settles,
It is I who also died.