Jousting in Time

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.