And I wonder.
I wonder.
I wonder.
I wonder:
“What are you going to write today”?
But, the sadness is too great,
and sometimes, there’s just nothing to say.
There’s only crying
and breathing
through the dying
and disbelieving.
A year ago,
I had four you.
Now,
we are down to two,
and one of you
is quickly fading away.