Wilting Flowers

Dirk sighed heavily, watching wilting flowers in the small vase on his cluttered table. "I miss you" he said to an empty room. He wanted a response one that came from a boy, a stupid island boy that used silly words and old terms. One who was slightly bucked toothed and wore green glasses. Yet, that boy was gone dead, like Dirks wilting flowers he had so long ago received from that happy dead boy.