Reminders. That's all they are. Reminding me that I keep forgetting to stop biting my lower lip. Reminding me that my hands are stubby, but I like them because they are just like his. Reminding me that everything I'm not, may be everything I am.
The sticky notes on the mirrors reminding us to pay the bills, the letters that are filled with his messy penmanship reminding us that he has already built a legacy to follow, and the pictures on the walls reminding me how happy we were.
And the reminder that you are simply on vacation.
I keep forgetting to buy my plane ticket to come see you.
I keep forgetting that I only have enough time to ask you one question. And that would be when will we own ourselves completely?
Then I'm reminded that I need more quarters to slide in the payphone. Which brings me to spending all my money on shoes because I keep forgetting that they make me happy for now. I keep forgetting to put my money to use, like keeping the lights on. Then I'm reminded that you never liked them on anyways, and I always keep forgetting to turn them off like you asked me to.
I keep forgetting to eat our mid-night snack of celery and peanut butter, I guess I keep forgetting to look for you in the stands, and I keep forgetting to give my brothers a chance to become like you, and I keep forgetting to make you proud.
And tonight, tonight is not the last time I'll see the light.
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