An Elegy for the Woman Next Door
Another day of rain and quiet. Not much happened, but that evening an ambulance
arrived for the woman across the hall. She hadn’t lived there long, but the rumors claimed
her husband of forty years had died suddenly while making love to another woman.
Pelayo said he thought that must have been sad for her, but he couldn’t help
admiring a man who could stay active at that age. Maria wondered if maybe the woman
had died the same way and we all wished it were true.
But there had been no siren. Someone must have known she couldn’t be saved.
“It’s hard to know when you shouldn’t try,” I remember saying, loving her and
trying to save myself.
Now, there’s enough food and a roof that doesn’t leak and the memory of a siren
that wasn’t there.
And I have met someone new who reminds me of you.
Rich Ives is the author of Tunneling to the Moon: A Psychological Gardener’s Book of Days currently being published in serial @ Silenced Press everyday in 2014 and forthcoming in paperback. Begin from the beginning, catch up, read daily. Just refer to the Burrow Guide.