you
don’t bother me
now that you’re dead
call me at work
send me Christmas cards
think of me
like a sister thinks of a brother
a mother thinks of a son
because you’re dead
can’t you see that
can’t you hear it in my silence
feel it with my absence
that when it comes to family matters
it doesn’t
otherwise you’d still be living
and I’d be missing you
and that would hurt
so don’t bother me, please
just leave a message
maybe I’ll call
but don’t hold your breath
because unlike you
I still have time left to kill