You were just crazy enough to be sane
and optimistic enough to think the world of me.
But in the 1 month and 15 days you’ve been gone
you’ve been reduced to scraps of handwriting in birthday cards
Arby’s milkshakes
Ashes floating in a blue urn, buried six-feet deep.
A box of programs under the bed
Bits of celebrity gossip
A Simon and Garfunkel Greatest Hits vinyl
whisper white hair
your brown Acura 
a shared love of microwave popcorn
The Blue Bloods season finale you never got to watch
and a heart held together with duct tape and promises to stay tough.