foregrief

 it falls into the background, sometimes.
it sits anchored in the pit of my heart.
and its just a lump in my throat now,
another stone i couldn’t spit back up.
but all the words you hated saying, like I miss you
storm my mind with their armies (and their sleevies).
there's a waterfall behind your old house that’s 
flooding your yard. its where you kept the fireplace pellets.
I got high when i found out but
the comedown never feels as good.
there are two yards now
between you and i.
my dry cheek, my wet eyes,
the way i see your wrinkles in mine. 
i wish you a speedy recovery.