These are sad.... but fun to write. I like this one.
disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters and settings are the property of their rightful owners. Not me.
The second time
I miss him
at an impossibly
high
level of desperation
is when I'm in his bedroom.
Everyone said
that I should look
through his things
first
to see where they should go.
It's here that I find
his iPod
and sweater
and yearbook
and guitar
and a picture
of the two of us
and that penguin
that sat on his desk
from Phyllis.
And then I can sense
Mark watching me
from the doorway.
"What
do you think
he's doing
right now?"
I ask.
"Probably
pranking
some loser
in heaven,"
says Mark.
Somewhere
in the back of my head
I can hear Jim laughing
because Mark
has him so well.
For the first time
since it happened,
I smile.
And behind me,
Mark smiles too.
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