No. You’re wrong. He’s not gone. He would not leave me, not like this. There has to be some mistake! Silence It’s there, in their eyes. Sadness, pain, fear. It can’t be true. I look at the clock and smile. He will be home soon. Then they will see that they are wrong. Yes, anytime now the door will open and he will walk through, smiling that smile that melts my heart. We will laugh at the joke. You’ll see. Anytime now…. Any… time….
To See What I See 
Well controlled ironic narrative poem.
Thank you. 🙂