I'm still here
but you are gone.
I'm crying over your photos,
and you are gone.
I'm pulling on this black dress,
one I know that you would've hated,
and you are gone.
I'm applying my makeup,
only to have it all drip back down my face,
and you are gone.
I'm in the car,
and you are gone.
I'm walking into the church,
the one I know you hated,
and you are gone.
I'm sitting in the first row,
arms wrapped around your mother,
and you are gone.
I'm walking to the front of the room,
and you are gone.
I'm staring at a casket,
someone I don't even recognize in it,
and you are gone.
I'm sobbing into your too-fancy shirt,
arms wrapped around your body,
and you are gone.
I'm still here,
and you are gone.
I keep thinking I see you,
but you are gone.
