Flowers  
piling 
up on 
my doorstep. 
The roses 
are almost 
as dead as you. 

Hours 
mourning. 
I walk just to 
misstep 
Grief 
imposes 
everything 
that I do. 

The light in the fridge won't work 
because it's filled up with strangers' food. 
I guess, maybe they're not really strangers at all, 
but I don't think I can return to the same life that I had, 
because how could I do that without you? 

Trouble 
breathing. 
I reach 
in the night, 
but there's 
no one 
I find at my side. 

Daylight 
creeps in, 
but sleeping 
just saved me. 
Too selfish 
to want 
one more day. 

TV 
talking;  
is that you 
that's calling? 
Will the news anchors 
face turn to yours? 

There's nowhere to sit at the table to eat 
'cause it's crowded with letters that I don't know how to read. 
The world's turned to strangers,  
but I still know their names.  
How can I do this without you? 

Without you. 

You left a hole. 
Yeah, you broke 
what was whole. 
And you left with 
most of my soul. 
I don't want to eat, 
I can't seem to sleep. 
Had me tethered tight 
to your heartbeat. 

There's no room to breathe 
and I can't feel the air 
but I left the fan running 
just in case. 
Flowers pile up 
on my doorstep 
outside. 
Wish someone 
would clear them away. 

Because how can I do this without you?  
How can I do this without you?  

'Flowers' - 05/02/23.