I saw a note
You left me years ago
And when I sat, I said
Without thinking,
“Please come back
And don’t give up,”
Yet you’ve been gone
For years.
I can’t say that.
There’s no coming back now.
I don’t hurt like
I used to –
I don’t nearly call you
Once a week
Before remembering
And I hardly ever cry.
Yet even in a whisper,
I’m still wishing
That you were here
To watch out lives unfurl.