So you are gone,
and I didn't expect you to go
(as if anyone expects it),
but I thought you would have left
a forwarding address
(at the very least).
Gone are calls,
emails,
snarky posts at one another,
laughs,
and stories only we appreciated;
names only we could pronounce.
So you are gone,
and I'm just sitting here.
Waiting it out.
Wondering how long.
Wondering which words will be my last.
I have started capitalizing words,
and using punctuation.
sometimes
Your barometric drop
comes back daily.
Some days.
And I sit,
and I scribble down words,
and the words don't always come,
but every evening always does.
And
(like I said)
I just stack firewood
and try to keep warm.
