Poetry

If you were here

you would be annoyed 

that the toothpaste cap is covered in gunk

I know it drove you crazy

but I always thought it was funny

Now it’s oozing everywhere

and I’m not cleaning it up

It’s been a year and a half since you died

and I feel a little stuck

I thought the first year would be the hardest

but maybe it’s the second

I know the first step is to clean up the mess

but right now

it seems better to let it be