She attended his funeral dressed in summer tomato red.
She stood at his grave dressed in winter cold white.
Neither one saw the need to wear black.
Black was for mourning. Black was for grief.
Black was for widows and broken hearts.
Their hearts had been broken, but they were not his widows.
Their hearts had been broken, but not by his death.
Their hearts had been broken, but they did not grieve his loss.
They would never grieve his loss.
So, she wore triumphant white.
She wore victorious red.
And they did not weep.