After You
His old oversized prom jacket
swallows my hands whole.
It still smells like him.
I wore it like armor.
In this house, grief takes up every room.
Mom is drowning behind a locked door.
Our eldest brother turned into a
quiet statue.
And me?
I’m just a ghost floating between two
different kinds of silence with a mask on.
They keep saying he’s in a better place.
So why does this place feel so cold?
He was my shield against the dark.
Now the dark is everywhere,
And no one notices
that I am still standing here,
Small,
And missing him alone.
