Dead Cat

I’d hate for this to be the last good weekend

But it might have been

I can’t seem to listen to anything besides songs you play on the guitar

I asked your sister how she felt when your mom died because I couldn’t bring myself to ask you

She said she couldn’t imagine living the rest of her life without a mother 

Even now she’ll find herself phone to ear, poised to call

It felt a little like the dead cat experiment 

If Tuesday never comes and they never read the results of your tests 

Time will be suspended like it was on this long weekend 

When I both wanted people to be working so they could fix you

And sitting next to you on the beach 

Eating cookies we knew were bad for us anyway 

I wonder where your mind goes right before bed these days

And how much pain you’re really in

And if you want to see your own mother 

More than you want to meet babies I haven’t had yet