Poem

He died. She died.
In that particular order.
We wept. Some of us
went swimming afterwards,
some of us went home.
All of us wanted to.
But without them
what was the point?

We were.
It was daunting
& after a suitable period
-or an inappropriate one-
we realised
that we always had been,
& we'd always known it
-but it was so hard
to tell our children that.