Late night poems

Reality

Good things happen.
Bad things happen.
Life is a viscous cycle.
Your room is empty.
Your smell is gone.
Your belongings are all around the state of Oklahoma.
You are gone.
Your are still here.
Some days I wake up and your still here.
Some days I wake up and your gone.
Your still in your chair.
Your chair is gone.
Someone tell me what the reality is.
Your car is still in the drive way.
My car is in the drive way.
Your poster is in your room.
Your poster is in my room.
I don't understand.
Are you gone?
Are you here?
Did you die?
What is the reality of the situation?
I don't understand.
Your smell is gone.
Your stuff is gone.
Your chair is gone.
Your room is empty.
You died.
Your memory is still here.
The reality of the the situation is
You died on March 24 2016.
You were killed instantly.
Your car was totaled
You died peacefully despite what the car looks like.