For my writing class, I was supposed to open a book to a random page and start highlighting words. I then was to put them into a poem. I realized my poem could end up being about anything with this strategy. Interestingly, the page I opened up to had words that were perfect for a poem about losing a husband. Here it is:
I wailed when I saw my husband was dead
That sickening night
Finality hit
My heart transformed in the hospital room
My night’s work became thinking in the dark
After that, I wished for something that could make it stop
Nothing brought back life
Being alone is isolation