He’s been dead for almost eight years.
He is buried in a cemetery a mile away from where I live.
She’s been dead for for almost 20 years.
She is buried miles and miles away from where I live.
But sometimes when we are arguing
I hear him in your voice
and I see her in your eyes and
I have to fight the urge to take a shovel and make sure
he is still buried a mile away from where I live
and she is still buried miles and miles from where I live
because at those moments when your face is twisted and red
and your mouth is turned down in a sneer
and you want remind me how small and stupid I am.
I can’t be sure.