She puked up noise into the room,
"Oh no! Why? Oh, no! Why? Why!?"
all beyond coherence, no true words.

Tears failed release over gut tones,
as she flung his name out there too,
one sharp syllable, able to cut glass.

Holding herself to herself, lying fetal,
she tried remembering his last words,
"Be good with this; I'll be back soon."

The ruckus ceased, tears finally flowing,
shellacing her face in firmest of resolve
to quit making noise, stop scaring the cats.