It’s been another 365 days, and then some.
You might not recognize the world you left behind. It hasn’t even been that long yet so much has conspired to alter your world. It’s different now. The place you left. It’s clean. There is a cleaning woman. A woman you couldn’t abide. How could you she might come in and sweep out all the safe things.
The roses you left, small and struggling, are thriving. Save for one, they bloom heartily. I’m told they look healthier this year than ever before.
He’s even spiffed up. After a quick brush with the reaper who missed his mark he is better than bad he’s good. A few rich relatives have died and he suddenly is comfortable. No more worry, no struggling, no more. He has a shiny new car and calls the housekeeper his ‘friend’. It’s all shits and giggles down there.
Then there is you. Yet, that hasn’t changed. You are still there collecting dust on the mantle. With the cheap box & the crooked cross you sit waiting for that place you were promised. I hope the ‘new him’ comes to his senses and spends some of that new money on giving you your final wish.
I want to be able to visit you. It’s silly, I know you aren’t there but I want it so badly. Here’s hoping next year we’ll be talking about the new you.
Now, I just miss you. Like a little girl. And you will never be back. This is real. It is forever. You are gone from me. I am free and it is sometimes sad.