Flashlight Batteries

I keep the blanket
Huddled close around me;
A child afraid of a monster
Under the bed,
I clung to those little pills
That seemed to have all the
Pretty words
In the right order
To make me feel secure
(Because your hand
Wasn't there
To squeeze
Anymore
When I felt the mattress shake
In the middle of the night.)
I've heard you only dream of the dead
When you've accepted their passing
But I haven't been able
To even blink
For days now,
Much less convince myself to move
To shut off the light.
At week's end, I held a funeral
For an empty bottle.