I arrived home late to find
Our house empty with the lights still on.
I wondered where everyone was
And why they left without saying anything.
Minutes tick by and still,
No response from my calls and texts.
Dread creeps slowly over me.
Questions race in my head.
Later, they told me
That your brother found you
With your fingertips
Turning black.
Just hours ago
You were laughing with him
Before you went to sleep.
But you never woke up.
I thought it was a joke at first
A terrible misunderstanding.
The news wouldn't sink in.
Twenty-three years.
I
cannot
believe.
I ask
how
why
when
where
are you joking
are you sure
are you high
But the answers that come
Are ones that I don't want to hear.
YOU ARE READING
Absences
PoesíaThis is a collection of poems about losing people. They were written sporadically in the past few years. I welcome any feedback you may have.
