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