Waiting For A Funeral

This place is more quiet than I can remember.

I knew it would come to this, but the experience is still new.

I feel like taking some of your old clothes,

The ones you asked me to take but that I never wanted.

I’m trying to remember the good times we had,

But it’s hard to think of anything we enjoyed together.

Mostly, I just feel the absence of you from my life.

You weren’t always great, but without you there’s still that feeling,

That missing piece your presence embedded in me

Freed up and empty, an unfamiliar abscess that aches.

The funeral is in two days.

I’m anxious to finally say goodbye.