The Dead and the Living by Laura Theobald

 

it’s good the dead stay dead.

remember, i felt you crying from the other room?

your friend was dead. killed himself. hung himself or some awful thing.

i sat beside you and you were alright.

 

there’s no mistaking something irreversible.

there is a sick feeling like you’ve swallowed a pit.

 

i sat at the window for a long time

thinking i’d heard your voice.