Joe is disappearing
Even the word in my mouth
Joe
Is sometimes unfamiliar
As if part of me is capable
Of forgetting
My mind searches for his name
Like my hand reaches out for him in bed

As he fades from my days
From my eyes
I grow more comfortable
With the part of him
That is not really Joe
That is not really dead
That has somehow become
Closer to me than his body
Ever was