A year without you finishes today.
What a dreadful year.
What a blessed year.
Things aren’t simple. I have had many great and wonderful things happen to me, and terrible things too.
And I have missed you, kiddo.
That part’s simple: I miss you something awful.
I don’t have much to say.
A bunch of sweets I never gave away
I found again not many months ago.
Where I have found them, so far there they stay.
The corner of that treat bag haunts me so.
Would you come running as of yesteryear
so summoned by the plastic crinkling?
And can I still hold back my waiting tears
at such a subtle thought's mere inkling?
Tale Told 