Flown back, away so far
that I can’t feel your presence.
And the memory of you is hard to hold
It slides away, sideways.
I want to remember each one of your smiles,
how your eyes laugh
at each one of my witticisms.
You are my best audience,
realizing the fullness of my strange humor.
I wish I had you to hold
You think it would be old to me by now
but the loss still wakes me,
to a bed too large.
Because you are gone.