it’s on a Monday
the momentum
keeps building
that minute
your time
with us
ran out
circled in my mind
as calendar pages
wear off
I’ll be
just fine
keep repeating
that
until some day
it’s
true.
I try to remember his life and not just his death, but honestly that day is marked indelibly in my heart as the last hours of his life with us faded into the long goodbye .
