I know your day ended sometime around 6,
& you’re still out there, running circles for your habit.
It is exhausting to watch from the sidelines
& there is a 12-step program
that tells me not to
so I don’t,
for my own sanity.
It’s probably harder
to be you
& so bitter, to know our lives
go on evenly
without you in them,
like you weren’t even gone,
or ever really there
in the first place.
Susan Daniels Poetry 