I sit in a stranger's kitchen in the town we once called home a bottle in one hand and a pen in the other.
the things i have done today would have made you so happy.
I smoked a cigar and drank a hot caffeinated beverage outside of our favorite coffee shop at an old deteriorating wood table and some plastic chairs while breathing in the early autumn air.
I missed you on the car ride from the interstate into town; we passed the park where we saw the lights and you told the man in the costume that you wanted me to love you.
Do you remember when we picked up trash? I do. You wore that sweater I like, but you were still cold
I wanted to keep you warm
Today I went to that store you love, the one you would insist we always go into. They moved down the street to a bigger location. They have more games, more cards.
I asked the owners if they had seen you lately. They remembered you
Because you were so tall and friendly: two of my favorite things about you.
I bought a card with a dragon on it, the one I always thought was so pretty. I asked for it by name. I remembered the name after all this time.
Tomorrow I will see a parade and spend time with our friends. They miss you,
but not as much as I do.
I am so glad I left this place
because it only makes me sad and regretful.
I wish I had not given up
because your soul is more beautiful and full of truth and connection
it is a soul I have been looking for in other people.
You do not exist in other people.
You exist
in a town I've never seen
with people I've never met
and emotions I've never felt.
but, to summarize
I had a perfect day albeit I was *missing one thing