& 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