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I miss you

I MISS YOU

Isabelle Morse

I miss you, I miss the golden tuft of hair that used to tickle my ear as we hugged one another, I miss the way that your fingers glide over the strings of a guitar as seamlessly as the wind over the tiny meadow of your backyard, I miss the way that every time I walked into the house you would sing the jingle that you made just for me, that made me feel so loved, and giddy, I miss the way you made me laugh with your sarcasm, I miss going to the hospital and holding your hand as you lay sleeping on that bed, in that dreaded plain room, nothing interesting to look at, only the window where every so often you'd see a pigeon or two flapping on the roof, the room was made to feel comfortable but to you it felt more of a cage holding you hostage when all you wanted, was to be playing guitar at home, and taking your last look out the window seeing all that this illness was keeping you from experiencing, you were so young yet the world decided to steal you from our grasps, I miss the times that I would walk into the shop and see you fixing up those gorgeous old cars, reupholstering them as if they were new again, I regret the times that I would walk to your house and run straight to the shop instead of greeting you first, but I was young and I didn't know I was going to lose you so soon, I remember the last time I saw you, I had gone to the hospital with my parents, I was the first one going to see you that day besides my aunt and grandmother, they were always there of course, I walked into my grandmother talking about the strange people she saw walking by while she was waiting for me, We walked into the room which was more of a bed accompanied by a curtain, you were sitting there ready to move, that's when I learned this is the day you get to leave for home, i walked over and held your hand as Mapalli and I guided you out, we made it outside the hallway, across the road when it was just you and me, my grandma said "what are you two talking' about over there", i replied with, helping the old man across the road, that's when everyone including you burst into crying fits of laughter, that's my last memory of you, and I'm glad it's filled with your smiles, there's not much else to say, or maybe the thing is that there's too much to put into words, but either way,

I miss you