you're really not coming back
I feel that now
I know you would do anything necessary and required to return
if you couldbut not for yourself
it was never death that scared you
it was leaving us behind
you're really not coming back
the weight of that knowledge
is a new presence
that makes me miss you more than ever
it's been too long and it'll only get longer
I feel that now
did I think this would get easier?
it seems to sometimes
most times
and then I just really want to see you
but you're really not coming back
and the weight of that knowledge
presses in like panic
presses in like panic
I feel that now
I remember us cleaning the screens with soapy water from a bucket
I had my own little brush, the bristles were coloured rainbow bright
I remember the chairs moved away from the table
into a straight row down the hall
so you could wash the floor
and I would imagine they were the seats on a bus
and take turns trying each one out
my own driver and passengers
I remember helping you to hang out the washing
making sure the peg colours I handed to you in pairs matched
just you and me
day after day
I miss that now