Hey,

it’s me 

and i know you’re probably quite tired of me,

but i don’t think i can stay away, even though

i try to move on, but i think we can agree

the times when it was easy were so long ago

                                                                         Hey

                                                                  i’m back

                         i finally tried sleeping last night, and

                              it wasn’t my best idea, because i 

                dreamt about you. silly, huh? i got banned 

                from a bar ‘cause they said i shouldn’t buy 

               that much wine, but what else could i do to

                        forget about that dream i had of you?

i wrote down all my thoughts of you

and it took two full journals, one

about my memories and one

full of my regrets, all my rues 

that i didn’t call, that i left

without a word, and you bereft

                     but it didn’t stop the dreams, and i’m 

               begging you, please, stop this pain before

                  my brain tells me to sleep one last time

                     and i’m walking back to the drugstore.

                              i don’t want you to say it’s okay

                    because it’s not, because i know you’re

                     six feet under now, and though I pray

         that we could’ve changed fate, there’s no cure

                                             to resurrect the dead

i’m rambling again, but i need to

get this off my chest, because now no

one is willing to listen. i knew

it would hurt, knew i had to resew

the broken bits left behind, but i 

didn’t know my dreams would haunt me, that

i would think of you, even when i 

at last try to forget where you’re at

Happy birthday, Mother.