I miss you.
All that I wanted from you was a letter.
I wanted a list of the reasons why I’m loved and why this world,
why this world needs me, why it needs you
why it needs us.
I wanted a letter with thick black ink across the screen of white.
I wanted you to match me,
to take me as I was, in that moment, and race me to the finish line
to challenge me, to beat me, to breathe me in
like fire pit in the snow.
All that I wanted from you was life, life and a letter.
I wanted you to meet me at the place where we first met,
the place where about there years ago they cut down the tree you leaned against
and where I stuck my hand out and introduced myself.
you smiled, turned your head
and started talking to someone else.
But no I didn’t stop trying I didn’t stop caring
I never
stopped
loving you.
But you? You only loved her
Not me
So send me a letter, and tell me why.
Tell me why you stopped, why you ended, why you
just weren’t
brave
enough.
Take in my moments now, and I’ll let you type my future.
Print me back my tree and my bench and my soul and be a fire pit if you sowrite it.
All that I wanted was for you to meet me at the place where I last saw you,
in a classroom that is no longer possessed,
where books fall of the dusty shelves and the ghosts of the characters insidemoan,
for they have no hands to clutch them.
no, we are too busy writing our own stories, our own lives, our own charactersthat never crossed paths,
not even in this story
or the one after.
All I wanted from you was an answer, a prayer, a poem, a song, a gasp,
a letter saying that it’s not only my fault,
It’s God’s.
But it’s never God’s so instead tell me it was yours,
tell me it was your fathers or your brothers and I’m sure that if you had asister
you would blame it on her because you blamed it on me.
Three years ago by that tree you blamed your wild cards on me,
Me, your sister in spirit,
your twin in hair and equal in laughter
but there is no laughter now as you sit and I type
as you wait and I am left here,
all alone, missing you.
I bet you don’t even miss me, do you?
Please.
Write me a letter and tell me where.
where has this world left you in my life?
