Loss

I try to deny it
try to hide from the truth
your youth
gone
like Jack, a man in a box
the pink of your socks
(a nod to your love of all things colourful)
we sit
the minister says his bit
about loss, and some shit
about you being somewhere better.
at home
I ring and ring
but you don’t answer your phone.

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