NaPoWriMo 2022 Day 18: Easter Monday

Easter Monday
Easter Monday
If he sat here,
handing me bread
as he used to,
if I put my hand
into his wounded side,
I would not believe.
There is no one
walking beside me
speaking words
that fire my heart
that is filled with cold ashes.
He is not risen.
I know, because
the heavy stone remains
over my mouth.
– Bryant Jacobi