Poem in Packrat

You’re gone

“life” now seems
an empty wasteland

I don’t want
to have to be strong,
to breathe through days
that last too long

it’s not my choice
to awaken to pain

I want God to explain

but why would He
listen to me?

I open my eyes
every day
to a dead world
where all is gray

life seems
a barren wasteland

because you’re gone