Loose Part 2

I am sorry I still cannot come to the phone
there is so much to discuss
but all I can afford to do is sob
listening to a sister cry is heart wrenching
listening to a widow cry is agonizing
listening to orphaned children cry is indescribable
what hurts the most is knowing that there is nothing I can do to make it hurt less
gloss over the pain
inconsolable
each one of us
the house will stand but it will feel vacant
food needs to be put on the table but there is no appetite
the books need to be accounted for but each page is just a pop up of another memory
unfinished conversation
petty fight
we are in this together
but still so distant towards each other
Squabbles suddenly carry no weight
our problems are insignificant compared to hers
the children
the bed will now feel desolate
the kitchen table immense
the walls more bare
the sofa a sad reminder
the wife cant afford to throw all this out
she cannot start afresh
all she can do is continue
All I can do is move on