it's at this time
my thoughts find you
inevitable as water that runs
through cracks, leaking and
filling and eventually,
drowning

they find you where I no longer can
they find you in happier places,
doing normal things like
taxes or sleeping in
on sundays

I cant claim to know you now
I'm sure time has shaped you
and you have outgrown
this empty space

after all, what is a goodbye
to someone who has long since
closed the door
on an empty
house