Undie for Me

R. I. P. my old friend. I miss you, Anisha

I miss you
And who you used to be
Would you undie for me?

I've had to make my own decisions
I've had to think for me
That's not easy, and I
Wish you could undie.

Or perhaps be reincarnated
Your role taken by another.
A friend? A brother?

I never even got
to really say "goodbye."
I wish you would undie.

But now you have wings
And you have shaken hands with Jesus
And you are above earthly beings
And I understand that even if you could
And surely, though, you would
Never ever should
You come back from the sky
And undie.