Thirty-six days since you passed,
and here I am, a mess,
calling out for you:
“Honey,
Can you hear me?
I need you to tell me you can hear me.”
Fearful I will miss an utterance, I try to quell the cries.
But you are gone forever, and these desperate fantasies are self-imposed punishments I'm incapable of ending.
“Please tell me you can hear me.”
Silence is the sole response.
Defeated again, I drop my head, turn away, and time continues to churn into a future forever unfathomable.