Stella

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