In Memoriam K.
by Ron Padgett
So what will you do tomorrow
Now that he has died today?
Why, you’ll get dressed and
Fix your breakfast as you always do,
Then make some coffee for your wife
And bring it to her bed, where she will say
Thank you—the nicest moment of the day,
For me, anyway. And then the sunlight
On the lawn, song in feathers
High in a tree and hidden,
As if their notes were sung inside my head which is
Come to think of it where
I hear them, as I hear him,
He who made me so much
Who I am and now must be alone
With him now he is gone.