I think my brain still thinks I just have to survive until you come home. 

I’m an atheist and I know there is no reunion.

I saw your body quit working in front of me.

I felt your heart stop. I saw the evidence. I cleaned your lifeless eyes. 

I thought that would make it easier to know you’re never going to walk back through the door. It’s not your car I hear coming home from work. You’re not coming back from my parents’ with our son in your arms.