The Dead

Putting away dishes
I start to cry
It's been along time
desire and guilt:

obfuscate
loss


Like aging,
love and death getsless painful
all the time


I miss Matt
I miss Robert
I miss Will
I miss my Daddy,

Their here

 maybe too close
 
Where can they go ?

Same for Her
I guess that makes it alright
Sometimes that's all 
 
Just OK . . .