Ten years.
It had been ten years
Since the tragic accident –
Ten years to the day.
She had found him in
Their bathtub – apparently,
The doctors had said, he
Simply passed out and drowned
Within the cleansing waters.
As she had done for every year
Since his death,
She laid the flowers –
Rosemary, for remembrance,
Pansies, for thoughts –
Upon his grave.
She had promised him,
Before he drowned,
To never leave his side,
And she clung to that promise
At first, never straying.
But the time had grown old
And their love had decayed.
Until one night, one night
She realized there was a loophole:
“Until death do us part.”
So she took the diamond necklace
He had given her a week before,
For her birthday,
And strangled him with it
While he was scrubbing the dirt off his body.
The doctors, of course, were her friends
And said exactly what she told them to.
But, although she was never charged,
The widow who now laid
Flowers at her drowned husband’s grave
Could never quite find enough water
To rid her hands of the blood.

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