it was with tears
streaming down
past quivering
red lips
she realized
the lack of him
was the most gargantuan thing
she had ever seen
crushed by the cathedral’s size
realizing even a pixelated stream would be of comfort
her suffragette voice
utters an intercessory prayer
could we have coffee in the morning?
she bows her head with the wild flowers along the highway
blown north by southerly winds
hands cover face