It would have been your birthday.
Another candle on another cake.
It would have been another calendar date
circled and celebrated.
It would have been another cycle around the sun.
Instead, it’s a day mourning what has gone.
Another candle whittled down,
another star we can only look up on.
And I miss you.
WE miss you.
The world is just a bit greyer,
the sky isn’t as blue
And those dark clouds come over
a lot more than they used to do.
But I also remember
every shared memory,
every story, every night
we would talk
about the world we see.
I remember the laughs you gave me.
The times you made me
think more clearly,
when I was sinking
deeper into a sea of misery.
I would have been your birthday,
and every year
I look upon the stars at night
just to see the one
that twinkles twice as bright.
A light that never fades out.
I see your face,
that slight smile
just inching into place
and all I want is a hug
To say I miss you.
To sit for a night
and talk like we used to.
To share where I am, who I am,
to show what I’ve learnt from you,
and to hear your stories once more.
I wouldn’t yawn or interrupt,
I’d sit silently in awe.
I miss you.
WE miss you
and it’s still hard to sit
and not see you here,
to not feel you close
with your listening ears.
We were never so different
you and I, so tonight
I will look to the sky
and I’ll say hi,
smile and wave
as I do every night.
I’ll talk about life
and listen out for your reply.
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Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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