Insured but told what you are worth
My problems aren't problems...

I can see the darkness in your eyes
Reminiscent of the decay and sorrow...

I hear the whispers in the walls
The words underneath the floor...

I miss the comfort that your presence brings
When nothing else would, and everything else...

fifth on my list
the look in your eyes begged for help...

Existence in essence
"Essential" until it's inconvenient...

my poems have numbers
numbers as titles...

Somehow I made it
to another year...

Two days until
the anniversary of your funeral...

Some things never change
I just want you to know...

Sometimes being 'strong'
Means having the courage to ask for help...

it's been 283 days
since I heard your voice...