Just Give Me a Second, I'm Still Mourning

Turning

And turning

And turning and turning

And turning and turning and turning and

Going

And going

And going and going 

And going and going and going and

Moving

And moving

And moving and moving

And moving and moving and moving and

Please just let me catch 

my fucking 

breath.

Let me finally mourn the bodies underneath us

I have so many voicemails to answer

Lend me enough time to travel and desperately

Feel the reckoning cold dirt above you and beneath my face

As I lay burying my fingers trying to embrace and

Feel what once was

Let me finally let go of the warmth I used to feel 

So I can accept that

This chilly breeze I feel is the same one that used to seep 

through the front door when you were gone too long.

The same breeze that whipped against the house

making the wooden floors snap and mimic your footsteps.

Which is still the very breeze that whistled through the Grove 

While I waited for you to come home

Because now you’re waiting for me