With a friend, and
With her friend, too,
Whom I hadn't met
Before.
We walked in the
Park,
Enjoying the day.
We laughed and
Talked as we
Walked, as though
Everything was right
In the world,
Though nothing
Was right inside
Mine.
I guess my mask
Held up well,
For my friend's
Friend
Later remarked,
"Dorothy doesn't
Act like a widow."
I was perplexed.
If I'm always gloom
And doom,
Who wants to be
With me in the
Same room?
If I'm cheerful
They quip,
"She certainly got over
Him quick."
Tell me,
How should a
Widow act?