the sun went down

the sun went down a while ago.

can't really be sure when.

it's dark now, I know

that much. I've

been watching my reflection

in the window. he's sipping

away at a cheap bottle of whiskey

swirling it around before touching it

to his lips.

he needs a haircut.

You used to ask me to trim Yours every

month, You hated when Your hair got too long.

I'd cut mine right after I finished with Yours.

I guess I'll be keeping track

of that myself from now

on. I should've tried

to get some sleep. too late for that now.

the sun is rising.

my reflection is fading.

he takes one more sip and hands me the bottle

before disappearing.

it's empty now.

I'm alone.

there's flowers dying on

my kitchen table.

white and blue turned brown and

weeping over their vases.

they were left at my door last

week, each with its

own little note. a kind

gesture, I suppose.

I haven't watered them,

probably too late now anyway.

I bet You would have, had

they been left to remember

me.

now they're all but dead and

my only thought when they

look at me is

I don't need any more vases.  

I wonder what You would be

thinking if You could

see me right now.

I wonder if You'd do

things much different.

I've never given much thought to

what happens after this.

I wonder if you can still hear me.

I never told You I loved

You.

not when You could still understand me.

too late for that now.

You died last week