Your empty cereal bowl lay on the wooden table

I can’t wash it or put it in the sink with thoughts unable

I wish that you didn’t have to take that forbidding trip

My tears are slowly falling on my face and on my lip

The Jean shirt that you wore yesterday sits on the bed

Somehow even though you are gone you are in my head

I am just going back to the empty dreamless messy house

Watching cartoons alone about a crazy cat chasing a mouse

Your worn out topsider shoes are not going for another walk

You are all around this house and I want you home to just talk