Panic sets in.
I don’t want to sit next to you, your memory.

I knew a guy who quit smoking and took up yoga to have something to do at parties.
I quit yoga and am thinking about taking up smoking.
I’m not joking.

They say I should forgive myself for mistakes made and things unsaid.
But you’re still dead.

I’m afraid to be still because I’m afraid I’m still losing it about losing you.
I don’t know what to do.

I see fall afternoon sun peaking through leaves,
God! Glorious blazing red and yellow!
I imagine you speaking.


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