you're gone,
& there isn't a single fucking thing
i can do about it.

you left this earth
& you're not coming back.

you're six feet under.

sitting on your grave last july,
i was closer to you than i'd been
for almost a whole year.

i didn't cry.
i didn't think you'd like that.

but i just can't stand it,

knowing that the six feet of earth
& the thin layer of wood
that lay between us now

make an infinitely longer distance
than the miles between afghanistan and wisconsin

ever did.