Still hasn't cried.
His death was sudden and I suspect she
Is still numb, cushioned, cocooned.
"It's okay," I told her. "Don't force it.
We each have our own timetable."
When my widow friend least expects it
The tears will come.
And if she's like I was, they won't be
Gentle ones, but they will wash over her like a
Torrential flood, a gasping for breath deluge that
Will propel her on towards healing.