he'll be gone

her blue
period has lasted
for months.
she can hardly
rake a leaf
or dig
in her yard that
rolls down
to the broken
fence.
even the sky,
it's awful
blue, seems
tilted, slanted
towards
yesterday.
what could have
been said,
or done differently
doesn't matter
now.
the blue period
will
go on
through Christmas
and new
year's.
maybe by spring.
he'll be gone.