Noticed

My monstera fell over

Might have been the wind

Noticed it on my way to run errands

Pick up prescriptions, Diet Coke, wheat bread, and…

Should have made a list

He always remembered

My little shopping buddy

Not so little anymore

Walked past his empty room

Clean clothes folded, unslept in bed

A mausoleum to the boy he was

A shrine to the man I hope he will be

I am

Hurrying to do errands

Creamer, wheat bread, Coke, pick up something

To fill the days

To keep up a brave face

For no one really

notices my monstera toppled

Bruised stems, a pile of broken leaves and dirt

I’ll pick it up right after

Something