53 Days, Waves of Grief

I keep reaching a coasting place, and then I lose it again.
Though no loved one has died, this is unfolding like that kind of grief.
Coming in waves.
Sometimes by surprise.
Like this afternoon in the eyeglass department where the pair that looked best on my husband, read: TRUMP.
And then as we were leaving the store, empty handed, we passed the magazine rack with the same man on the cover.

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