in my name

there are times when i miss you
so much i think
you’re a character in a book
who died
&
the book’s over
&
i’m still here

well, you aren’t anyway
i’m not sure how to proceed
given that

everything you ever told me
keeps reverberating
everything i ever gave you
has to be somewhere

things don’t just cease
to exist
i think
i can wait it out