I get scared
when 
the phone rings.
It jars me
from 
my gray fuzzy world 
of  
trying to forget. 

It's Dad, 
his voice 
broken & terrible 
asking me to 
"come look at the clothes" 

It's my friends, 
softly saying 
they're sorry. 
Can I do 
anything 
for you? 
I'm here 
for you. 
How are 
you doing? 
How are 
you feeling?