If could see you once more, we would have lunch, on me. I’d order French onion soup, and you’d order the BLT. the waitress smiles and forgets your soda, but you never mind, you just call her back over. She brings your drink and asks if we’re all set, i say yes, but we’re not quite done yet.
If we could talk and gossip just one more day, i would have to write out a script so i don’t forget what to say, there’s just too much to fill you in on, there’s no time to delay. I would tell you of the pandemic and of black lives matter, you’d say of course they do, you would raise up a clatter, you’d let your opinions be known, you’d belt your voice out loud, you would speak all day until you draw a crowd.
If we could share one more car ride, i would take all the wrong turns. I would do 15 in a 50 there would be no burning of rubber, bumper to bumper I’d find traffic for us to sit in. I’d pop all four tires and assure us a long listen, of 92.3 and all your favorite pop songs; I’d drag this last car ride out, all day long.
If i could hold you once more, it wouldn’t be enough, I’d cry and cry, the exact opposite of tough. if you could pick me up and dust me off and kiss my bruises once again, I’d feel comforted and reminded, that you were my first best friend. One more smile, and one more kiss, my hearts forever broken, you will always be missed.
mom xoxox
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