Somewhere hidden in the shadows,
There’s a notebook.
In it, is my handwriting
and it read
Never give up on me.
You still have it, I know.
Pictures of robots are now replaced by kids
And I have given up, on me.
In so many ways, I feel a sense of longing.
And I miss you.
By far, the hardest part.
Laughter early in the morning.
Like ghosts cackling in the next room.
Mostly, the way you loved me.
And my handwriting.
There are things that keep me well
I know you will never give up
I look into my daughter’s eyes
And I never want her to miss me
I never want you to miss me
For that pain is too much to survive
Little L had it right when she drove
Naked through the world
Maybe all it takes is her tenacity
To never give up
And that smiley sun I woke up to that one last morning with you
Few may understand.
What it feels like to chase a smiling sun.
I consider myself lucky.