Funeral For A Stranger

I'm sure he was a wonderful man,
the best husband.
He probably made you
coffee in the morning
with _{just enough} cream
to turn it sweet
and three
lumps
of
sugar.

He probably had one of those
bright smiles
that could make the street lamps
and even the sun
_{sparkle with jealousy.}
He probably took your little
black toy poodle
for walks on rainy days
for fear that the chill
would make you ill.

I'm sure his HEARTBEAT
was the lullaby that rocked you
to sleep at night
when nothing else could. I'm sure
he held you _{closer than
your skin and clothes allowed}
and let you breathe in
his intoxicating aroma.

Every night you were together
made you believe
that magic does exist.