Missing You

I fucked up your life
You had dreams
A carriage wasn't

I was a Gerber baby
You, Aunt Joan and neighbor lady
Cups runeth over
Neighbors would derive, coffee?

You let me row a boat on weekends
Unsupervised
And camp solo
I was 12

I need you to be alive
What were you thinking?

09/05/2015

Posted on 09/06/2015
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