The apartment still smells new It’s all new Save for my dad’s recliner That no one sits in Not even my dad But in that corner It smells like our old place
It feels ***** When I sit in it
At the dinner table It is in the second thing I open In a birthday card A note from my sister
“I know your a grown up and your still here. I just don’t want you to hold back on your dreams because of us. I want you to write books and people read them. I want one day for you to walk down the street and for someone to stop you and say hey you wrote my favorite book. I don’t want you to think you are leaving us behind because you are not. I don’t want you to stay because you think you are gunna miss is us growing up like when I go to prom or if you need to beat up a boy who hurt me cause you can do that from a distance while livingoutyourdreams. I want you to travel the world and for your hand to break from signing books. So live your life with no regrets. Happy Birthday Jon Emily”
It doesn’t matter now That mom is gone Or if dad dies soon