Papa T
at the bottom
of September
it’ll be a year
your house
in limbo
like we
and I wish
you hadn’t died
like that
there
wasn’t fair
the rage I feel
helpless to help
what do you do with that
it just follows you
in and out the door
and mocks you in the mirror
quiet in the morning
before it all
begins and ends
and circles
back around
again
TL