it was too early in the morning to think about death
not for you
you considered it as quickly as you pull out a bus ticket
was I supposed to believe that all your life
ended in that wooden box
with nowhere to go
nowhere to hide
I thought I had long known
how much a house can hurt
how death makes itself known
how absence always has a name
I look at your clothes in my closet
and just feel that
everything is missing
Croque-Melpomene 