don't follow (very new to poetry)

you've buried your absence in my bones,

the thought of you lingers in every silence,

the teacups still have your stains,

the smoke sings the same song you whistled,

your paint and markers have dried out,

and you will soon leave with words that have made home in your heart for there are no mourners at an old man's funeral,

your prayers unanswered found a new ghost to follow,

I miss you more when I feel the cold of the bathroom floor.