the widow black

invited me over for afternoon tea

done the shower fresh shirt

clean clothes smile thing

arrived with flowers

not sure exactly what

I was expecting

the door opened enough

so’s I could slip in

cheek kiss hand over flowers

as she ushered me through

we sat awkward edges of sofa

being offered tea settling for coffee

watching her watching me close

noticing she checked after

where my eyes wandered lingered

my mouth fumbling for words

drinking the coffee eating the biscuits

thinking how long before I could go

wondering where her web was

the others hidden who’d died here

before me

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