It has been years
But I found an old
Birthday card you
Sent me when
I just turned seven
Wishing me luck,
Health, and a
Long life.

You never were blessed
With any of that
But you didn't know that,
We didn't know that
Yet.

It was written
In your favorite color
Blue, that is also
My favorite color,
In squiggly cursive,
P.S. you hope I get the card
And you hope it has
The $20 in it;
You never trusted
The postal service.

I forgot that $20 was there
So I never spent it;
Fourteen years later,
My finger tips
Pinch it tight
Once again
And with tears streaming
Down my cheeks, I read:
"Buy yourself something pretty".
I can't buy you back.

It's like I lost you
All over again.