I Don’t Know How You Mourn The Living
i watched you die
and it didn’t happen with blood-stained hands
and tear glass eyes
nobody came into the hospital waiting room
to tell me they couldn’t help you
no
you go to your favorite coffee shop every day
i still see you driving to work
you have a better car than before
i don’t know how you mourn the living
there’s no gravestone i can put flowers on
it’s more
reliving the death of our life together
and hoping
these mistakes
won’t happen again
