I still talk to you every night
right before I go to sleep,
as if that will bring you back.
I know you can hear me,
or so I hope you can. I hope
you're at peace and laughing
at my incomplete thoughts
and silly mistakes. I wish
you were here to make these
mistakes with me and to
respond when I ask you
what's new. But for now I'll stick to
having one-sided conversations with
you in the dark, always ending with
"how're you doing lately? I hope it's heaven."