Dark and cedar-stricken woods
that rape my mind in vulnerable positions
I’ve missed you, ya know?
But what do I know?
You probably runnin’ across branches and vines
without a care in your world
for the grief I’ve become.
Remember when we climbed that big tree over there
and you’d always awe our courage whilst yelling
“Get down from there!” fearing hospital bills.
I miss those days…
Please, if you hear this show me a sign!
Anything!
…
Figure
standing here is so hopeless
but I have no hope left to lessen.
Every night I dreamt you near me
comforting me, but I’ve forgotten your voice
your manner
your you.
And I wish Joey hadn’t stolen all the tapes of you
so I could watch them until you’d jump from the TV I stare at daily
and help me
live
again.
-Kevin Flors
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