To Traverse Golden Paths Below Sacred PillarsA Poem by Little BirdieI wonder do you miss me like I miss you.It's unimaginable for me to think you're just a few metres below me in the cold ground. In the same position you were when I saw you last, peacefully asleep.
I wish I could be little again and hold your tiny pale hands as I taught you to walk. I wish I had a last chance at telling you how much I love you
instead of silly bickering about your shoes smelling or your untidy desk, day after day about unimportant matters.
So I want you to know that I love you. Dreaming or laughing, forever calm upon soft blue cushions. I want you to know that I love you,
composing or decomposing. And when you shatter down to delicate bones I want you to know that I love you.
And I wonder do you miss me when I'm away and not talking to your name imprinted on the marble stone, along with the two dates not so far apart.
Like those who wrote them in knew anything about you. Like they knew how you liked your pancakes or how happy you were when strawberries bloomed in late spring.
I wonder do you miss me like I miss you. I still wear your bracelet and it's falling apart but I had to have the last piece of you to hold close to heart.
And I must age too someday, marry and have something of my own, but you will stay here unmoving and perhaps missing me as I miss you
and I wish we were little kids again so I could make you chicken soup and laugh with you over petty jokes, holding your hands to never let you leave. © 2012 Little BirdieAuthor's Note
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