You're not around.
Almost like you just stepped out
to the store.
Your red foam shoes wait for you
by the door.
I keep hearing words like "bury" and "ground" but
I don't recognize their sound.
What started as a Tuesday
Became a nightmare so surreal -
Full of despair but
Overflowing with love
Full of family and
Bursting at the seems but
Empty in between where
You're not here.