Your Day

Remembering my best friend, my first love. Again

It's that day again
The day that belongs to you
27th of June
The day that changed everything

It's been 22 years now
How have you been?
Do you miss me?
Are you watching over me?

I stood in the shower today
Water cascading down on me
Crying my heart out
Because I miss you so much

The pain of losing you
Is still so raw
The pain of not knowing
Why you are gone

It eats at my soul
It tears at my heart
I long for your smile
I can't forget you

Your day is almost over
But I can't bear to let you go
Stay with me, my love
Don't leave me again

I'm turning 28 this year
You would've been 31
If you were still here
We would still be in love

We would be living together
In New York City
In our own apartment
Happily married

We'd have kids
The boys look like you
Our girls look like me
Our perfect family

We'd move to California
When the kids are ready for school
Somewhere with a big backyard
Close to the beach

We'd go have dinner
At Vietnamese restaurants
Teaching our kids the language
To stay in touch with their roots

You and I will see our kids
Go off to Ivy League Colleges
Some to Harvard
Some to Yale

We'll grow old together
Move to a cottage
You'll tend to the garden
While I'll bake cookies

We'll have grandchildren
Running around the house
Stealing cookies and kisses
Filling our hearts with joy

Then we'll move back to Australia
To where we first met
At that park in Dianella
With the big mulberry tree

We'll pick the mulberries
Every September
Bake some cakes
And enjoy them together

Then when I leave this world
With a smile on my face
I'll join you up above
And we'll be together, forever

Author's Note

Some of you readers have been here with me since the very beginning. I've posted two different poems in memory of my best friend. This is the third

Reviews

[Chrissie Muldoon]

Oh wow. This... I felt.
I'm so sorry to say that I've known a few people who have lost their lives far too early. And it really is impossible to think about them after their gone and not think about who or what they would be now, what they would have done, or seen, or achieved were they still here.
But this poem is also a beautiful testament to the idea that we plan so far ahead in our lives, and so many of those plans revolve around the people we love. Not to make it about us who are left behind, but it's such a listless feeling: what do we do, now that this person who so much of our life centered around is gone??
But this poem again provides the answer: we continue on. We live our lives, and to the best of our ability. We remmeber the ones we lost, and sometimes, it hurts and tears come to us again, despite our thinking that they were done for good. But we know that the person we lost would want us to be happy; they wanted it when they were alive, and they certainly would want it for us now.

I'm sorry for the pain that you are feeling and the enormity of your grief. But you're still here, and that same grief is a sign of how deeply you loved. Its a painful gift, but a gift nonetheless.

Be well xo

[Coyote Poetry]

Those sweet memories, those sweet dreams. We do not forget. I liked the flow of thoughts. In set-up dreams. We can win dear poet. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote