Poetry

Four Months (12/4/21)

Babe,

It’s been four months now.
Since I last saw you.
Put my hand on your face.

Since your eyes said “I love you”
And you left me
In this place.

What do you think
When you look down
From above?

Do you see the same Ree?
The one that you
Love?

I feel like a wreck.
A disaster.
A shitshow.

Not at all like the person
That you used to
Know.

That person was happy
And liked to have a
Good time.

The new me is sad-
Writes poetry
And drinks wine.

Well the wine isn’t new-
I drank that
Before

But now I pour a glass
Soon as I walk in the
Door.

I’m doing my best to raise
Our kids on
My own.

It makes me so sad that
You won’t see them
Grown.

I see the best parts of you
Dispersed into
Them.

They really are 
Three amazing
Humans.

The four of us miss you
With all of our
Hearts.