Black

Your favorite mug

Smashed on the ground

Blue and white ceramic

On the kitchen tiles

Floating in coffee

Black, the way you liked

And black, like the feeling inside

When you know

Your rock isn’t there anymore

Black, like the words you threw

And black, like the sky outside

When there’s no moon

To light the road as you drive

Black, like the car you hit

And black, like the uniforms

When the police arrives

To say you’re not coming back

Black, like the anger that caused this

And black, like my clothes

When I go

To your funeral.