Conscious Of It
only when I think about it
only when I’m conscious of it
only sometimes, I
think of you as alive
maybe I should have
gone to your funeral
maybe I should
have seen your body
maybe I could have seen
the color of your skin
or the needle marks
near your lips
they used to keep
your mouth together
maybe I needed
to see these things
but I don’t know
if I was ready
I still don’t know
if I am ready
maybe if I went
I wouldn’t have so
much to say to you
maybe I wouldn’t
expect you to come back
maybe then I wouldn’t want
to touch your face
and feel your skin
maybe it would be
easier that way
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