I looked down into the open grave, the coffin was white until someone
threw a handful of dry soil on its lid. Unreal it had nothing to do with me, we
had met forty years ago and she left me saying she didn’t love me any more.
I turned away, looked towards the bay, it was transparent, I could see fish
swim about, on its floor, crabs, lobsters that had escaped the net, and
sea plants swaying in the mild current. A poem floated up to the surface of
my consciousness, I shook my head, this is unseemly, threw the poem back
into a dreamy mere, like an angler who has caught a very small trout, saw
it float in the dark water of my restless mind. Her husband was crying,
I embraced him “You loved her too,” he whispered. I looked to the bay, it
was blue and I couldn’t see clearly anymore, I was no longer sure whether
I had loved her as much as he had.