An Open Letter to the Dead
Dear Lydeparted:
I’m missing you
And you're missing
You don't write
You never call
I don't even know where you are
I’m missing you
And you're missing out
On our birthdays
On your birthday
Graduations and baby showers
Sometimes, I miss that you're missing
When what I still have makes me happy
But then I remember you
And what's to miss
My eyes mist over
I remember what's missing
What makes the world amiss
I try to save my memories but by now
Some are missing, others misshapen
More are lost each day to the mists of time
I think I hear you
I am mistaken
I have mishap after mishap
Imagining you were in the crowd
And I just missed you
What I really miss
Is that voice in the back of my head
Asking if you miss me
Because I’m missing you dearly
I’m missing the way you spoke and misspoke
The way you looked
All the ways you loved me
And simply the way you called me
Your friend,
E