Call Before the Obituary

His name, distant to me, 
opened your mouth to blackness. 

It seemed you laughed before 
the half-crow caw fell out. 

My brow creased, but I owned nothing, 
(two capitals and a few lower cases) 

You went down the hall, to empty 
a trunk, shut the door. 

Cluttered papers on the floor 
annoyed me. I stacked them neatly.