i hit the
snooze button too
many times this morning because you
weren't there to let the
sunlight in, and i

keep staring at this
half-empty beer in the
fride, wondering if i
should finish it for you or just
toss it out and

how long until i change my
facebook status to
"widowed" or
whatever it is i'm
supposed to be

there are small pieces of you everywhere, you know
and i

don't know how to do
any of this without
you by my

so i hug myself like i
think you would and i
close my eyes and
tell you goodbye and i try
to remember how to live
without you