midnights

c o n d o l e n c e s

i brought by flowers the other day.

your mother answered the door,

teary eyed and red nosed,

sniffling.

i handed her the flowers,

the card,

the chocolates,

and she invited me in for tea.

we sat down

on the prettily patterned couch

in your living room.

"i'm so sorry about your daughter,"

i said.

"i can't imagine ever losing my soul."