To Jordan

I took my living body

into the kitchen

for some coffee

that my functioning throat

swallowed

I took my breathing lungs

on a morning jog

and let my moving legs

pound the pavement

I took my unbroken arms

and working fingers

and typed some emails

my active brain processed

and I wondered why I was living

and breathing

and moving

and typing

while you aren't anymore

and I wondered where you went

and my functioning brain sent a signal

to my conscious mind

that asked

what the fuck am I supposed to do now?