It's Been A Year

It’s been a year

Since you left us.

I listen to your funeral songs

On YouTube.

That used to hurt.

Now, it makes me feel better.

Since you left,

The world has gone quite mad.

We are in “unprecedented times,” you see.

We are cooped up

In our house-cages.

We are socially distancing, isolating.

You would hate this shit:

Being told how to wash our hands,

By politicians,

Who clearly don’t know

How to wash their hands,

Because they all have this virus.

I think about how you would rant,

And I laugh.

And cry.

We’re all afraid

Scared of sickness and death.

You were not scared of death.

I am writing again,

Words scribble and spill

All over pages.

Just not the same words

I was writing when you died.

They are locked away,

In a drawer,

My eyes cannot see them.

Not yet.

Apparently, we need to come together

As a country.

But families still hold grudges

And will not speak.

I miss you.

I wish I could have

An hour with you.

We could laugh

At the stupid shit I have done.

You always made me laugh,

Until my belly hurt

And tears would fall down my face.

This world needs chuckles.

And hugs.

This world tries to go on.

This world is so much more shit

Because you’re not in it.