condolences

is a big word with lots of sylables

that folks use when they don’t know what to say

if you ask me when I miss her most

it’s in the small moments

the unexpected times

the ones that don’t always make sense

washing a plate

stretching out on the floor, listening to a song

dusting my dresser

cutting through the greeting card aisle in the drugstore

crossing the street

folding a blanket

and anytime

I remember

that she’s gone