in absentia

Now that you are gone,

I rest in your bed.

I sit in the places I remember you sitting

Have offered prayers

I fiddle with your leftover things.

Clean your room.

(Dis)arrange things.

I do all the things

Unecessary -

Teaching myself failed lessons everyday

Each moment on

How not to miss you.

I then exit the room,

Leaving the door ajar

For you

To return and retort:

Has anyone been in my room?

I can't find my things!

Thus teaching you lessons

Every time

On how not to leave me

Alone.

Till then,

Things will go missing.

Thereafter,

Words.