How can she not know she's dead?

How can she not know she’s dead?
The wedding ring dull with soap scum.
I follow her in silence
like an afterthought

She drives her car to the store.
Walking in a mist to buy cheese
How can she not know she’s dead?

She walks down each grocery aisle.
Her legs shapely as before 
her figure full and warm
I watch her quietly
in a silent storm.
How can she not know she’s dead?

She tosses her head her hair flips
like when we are in our bed.
Where she makes love to me
like a troublesome job .
on her to-do list.
How can she not know she’s dead?

Strangers see her fake
white toothed smile.
I see her for the bitch she is.
How can she not know she’s dead?

I follow her to the car
Like something she forgot she said.