This is a poem (I think it counts as a poem?) that I wrote a little bit ago. It doesn’t make much sense but. I don’t care. Enjoy if you want to.
Do you miss me?
Do you think about the promises we made?
Do you think about my opinion when you make a decision?
Do your friends remind you of me sometimes?
Do you know your Mom greets me often?
Does your brother notice that I haven’t been at your house? Or your dog?
Do you see that everyone noticed?
Do you feel the lack of me?
Do you know that my Grandpa asks about “Gretchen” because he never learned your name?
Well, I miss you and I remember our promises and I think about your opinion and everyone reminds me of you and my Mom doesn’t get why I haven’t tried to fix things and my sister noticed before I told her and I know that everyone notices and I feel the lack of you like how I feel my feet get sore when I wear my high heels too long– the ones you never got to see me in because you left me before I could show them to you—
“And Gretchen?”
I don’t know Grandpa, and I don’t think she does either.
The End of that!
Can you tell I was upset when I wrote it? No way, really? You can?