I live in a two bed apartment,
a family of six.
Before
it was nine.
The first went to her husband,
the second to his death,
and the third to her father's home.
I never mourned the second.
Soon it will be five
and this time I will mourn.
So I tend to the fourth
with what time is left
so that her departure
will hurt me less.
I hate waiting
for sunset.
