Why couldn’t he mourn in private,
Why couldn’t she celebrate in
Private? Why couldn’t he walk down
His memory lanes in silence, in deep
Respect for the loving relationship
He had with his wife and only in
The presence of the children they
Raised together? Why wouldn’t he
Embrace his loss on his own, why
Couldn’t he bear not to be talked
About when everybody else is also
Experiencing what he experienced? Why
Couldn’t she walk down the aisle
Only before the eyes of the people
Who truly cared about her and knew
Her best? Why couldn’t she enjoy
The warm and romantic moments
In humility, instead of making herself
The walking billboard of all little things
Not everyone needs, from the pins
In her hair to the nail paint on her
Toes? Why couldn’t she hold back
From revealing the rings, the dresses,
And even the new lights she got
For her new home?