Bandaid: A Collection Of Poems

wherever it is people go after they die

I'd like to imagine the conversations we'd have if you were still alive
The majority of them would probably be about music
That's what mom says we have most in common
Our love for music
She says that you always wanted her and her sisters to learn how to play guitar, so I learned it
Oliviah's getting the hang of it, though she prefers the uke
It won't be long until Isaiah starts to play actual chords instead of strumming haphazardly and to his own made up songs in his own made up melodies
Don't even get me started on Isaiah and how much you'd love him
You'd obsess over the little things he does with us,
The way he pronounces his L's as W's, or the fact that he tries to sing all of the harmonies in "Somebody to love" all at once, and just the fact that he knows that song in the first place would boggle your mind
You'd love how Yellow Submarine is his favorite song, and you'd love that I'm drinking out of a Beatles mug right now
You'd love that I hate the crap that plays on the radio and you'd show me what you listened to "back in the day"
I'd recognize some band names
Pink Floyd, Toto, Led Zeppelin
You'd want to burn me a CD like you used to when I was young
But I'd show you Spotify
And you'd get the hang of it instanlty
You were always in touch with technology unlike most people your age
I could imagine you laughing as Nauni squinted at her phone screen while complaining in her           parrot-esque tone about how she "doesn't know how to use this damn thing"
That woman could barely operate a flip phone so when she decided to buy herself an iPhone it gave everybody a good laugh
Are you guys together now?
Could you tell her that I wish we were closer when she was alive
I was always secretly jealous of the relationship Savannah had with her
Maybe if she was still alive we could have gotten closer, and same goes for you
I mean not to make you feel guilty or anything but, you guys did leave me here with the shittiest excuses for grandparents
But it's not your fault
I mean, the whole dying thing wasn't exactly your choice
This is going on too long,
But I hope you're seeing this, wherever you are
I love you, and I miss you
I hope we meet wherever it is people go after they die