my thoughts have dried up
the world looks and sounds and smells
muted
i cannot keep myself
in the present moment
i’m either once upon a time
when you were alive
or back then
when you died
or out there
trying to live with you dead
and i have nothing poetic
or transformative
or insightful
to say about any of it
but it hurts just the same
and i needed to say it
anyways