Bask

Another week goes by 

As they have since it ended 

And I cry less than I did 

In fact, I go days without having

To wipe the  tears 

I don’t wake up 

Thinking about you 

At five o clock in the morning 

And when you do cross my mind 

The memories are fleeting 

And the need to know has dwindled 

To indifference 

Sadness replaced with 

Forced smiles and laughter 

Confusion with a 

Chilly  not knowing 

The empty spaces 
that once held you  
have been filled 

— With things 

The silence replaced 

With faceless voices

And names on a page 

There have been many more 

Good days than bad 

More smiles than tear drops 

And less laying awake

Thinking of you 
and watching the clock tick 

Your absence is no longer 

A gut wrenching pain 

But still, every once in a while 

As I stare out the window 

I catch myself saying 

Your name out loud

And I, for a moment,bask 
in the comfort 

Of that sound