Two Years

The words are heay

Llmp and lifeless

I struggle to hold them up

Sometimes I make excuses

To go to the store

And stand at your grave

And stare at the chiseled dates

And feel nothing

It's unreal

It's not you, not true

Even now

I remember those last hours

The huge oak bed

And that heavy book

And you - beautiful as ever

You -

Blonde and charming and charmismatic

The way people fell into your orbit

Like you had your own force of gravity

You can have no connection

Ao the cold

And the the granite

And to the stone

I feel cold and rigid

I feel like stone

Helpless and lifeless

Two years?