Ad Mortem

In this grave lay the bones
of the man whose heart I
stole so long ago, buried
beneath the altar of a love
that never was nor should
have been.
Husband, he was named,
at least on paper, but
never in spirit,
never in desire.
His pain never wavered
in its intent to destroy,
embraced like a flame
enraged by the air
around it.
In this grave lay the son
of a grieving widow who
will never forgive the sins
that broke the broken man.