Missing You
I started to find you more when you left usThan when you lived down the street.I found you more in lines of poetryThan I did in the bushes playing hide n seek.I carved your name into places you might beSo memories of you would always be there,And you would never disappear.
When April first, came around I hoped you’d walk through the doors Screaming APRIL FOOLS. That never happened though. And if I had told anyone I thought it would, They’d called me crazy, But the closed casket had made me unsure.
They said they had found you lifeless, And you were never coming back. When I found out they donated your organs I was glad that pieces of you would still be here, But your soul had left us, And I think that’s what I really wanted to stay.
I wanted my seemingly perpetually happy friend, Who didn’t care about the invisible borders, And who saw people as they were, back. I’m not ready for our birthday to come around, Because you should be turning 15, with me turning 16.
And I get that it’s selfish of me to say that I want you back, Because why should I make someone, So miserable, stick around, so that I might be happy. I guess I just miss you a lot.
I wrote this a little less than 2 years ago, I can’t believe it’s been two years with out you.