When I Take out the Garbage at Night

When I take out the garbage at night

I'm not with you then exactly

I'm with the universe

And with the lightning and thunder coming in over the mountains

But when I walk back into the house

Looking up at the window from the back step

The dark window of the room that you died in

The big empty room on the second floor

Cold because I won't close the window

Just in case something still needs to leave

I stand in the yard and look up

And the dark rectangle glares your face

All of our moments condensed into a thunderclap

When I take out the garbage at night

And then have to go back in and live on