A Wednesday

You died.

On a Wednesday.

I still went to work.

When work is all you have.

You go to work.

I did my job.

I did it well.

During a week people call hell, but wasn't hell.

I looked up.

To Heaven, I guess.

Because you would be nowhere else, I suspect.

You died.

On a Wednesday.

In August.

The more I worked.

The less I felt.

Except when I looked up.

To Heaven. I guess.

And thought:

I'm here.

You're there.

I. Am. HERE.

I.

Should.

Be.

THERE.

With You.

In Heaven.

I guess.

But I don't believe in that

I believe in you

And you believed in that.

So...

I keep looking up.

To Heaven.

I guess that's something.

You died.

On a Wednesday.

In August.

Early morning of the 25th day.

And the only thought I can relay

During a hell week that wasn't hell

The only thought I can tell

As once again, I look up:

You are there.

And. I. Am.

HERE.