you would love today
and this song i just heard
oh, you’d never believe
the cubicle i live in
is it selfish or profound
for the unfairness to weigh on me?
that i can only share things
with a bastardized memory
of you?
oh my god,
the agony of
being excluded from
every day,
going forward (outside of my mind)
for you
are dead
i beg that it would save
a single tear
in the lonely moments before
you left
for you to know that
your friends will cry
during minutes that
you won’t see.