The Sweater

 The Sweater

She wears his old sweater

darned at the elbow 

frayed on the sleeve

When she’s feeling low

 how are you doing? I ask

(I want to understand)

how are you doing? I ask 

 (It’s been thirty years)

I wait for her reply

You can go now, she says 

Come back tomorrow

 I’m sorry  I’m not myself today.

Prompt: write a meditation on grief in the form of Geoffrey Brock’s poem Goodbye. https://poets.org/poem/goodbye-0