Death was instantaneous
High speed motorway crash
They called the number in his wallet
And when she understood what the voice was telling her
Stella fainted
Followed weeks of turmoil
Sorting out his accounts
His little business matters
The funeral
Telephone calls
Difficult communications with his ex-wife
Friends, family acquaintances embracing her
Exhorting her to be strong
If you ever need someone to talk to
If I can help in any way
Stella cried every night
He was gone
She was crying
Thinking of all their fights
Misunderstandings
The cold war between them
She was crying
Because he was gone
And they had never found love together
She hated everything now
He was gone
And she was alone tonight
Without hope
