I hadn’t really grieved yet

I knew what song would play next somehow.

through the screen door, and into my ears,

somehow.

Through the light , accompanied by a slow gloomy hum,

A gray cat.

LowercaSE. pENSIVE.

I can still see him, in passing, in shadows,

on tables

looking into nothing,

stalking me instead.

I miss him,

stalking me,,,

hunting me for 16 years, instead.

I miss him, instead.

and I haven’t still really grieved, instead.