I Feel It All

I felt the hollow
before I picked up the phone
because I know
that you’re not coming home.

Imagine the sorry you owe me.
You smile as you deliver the story.
Reminds me you were never weary
of your own mortality.

Shower me in that heavy blanket
the one with you cuddled in it.
Your ghost can whisper you love me
and that you never want to sleep without me.

And I can fall asleep
resting in that peace.