I still miss talking to you
every night before scary sounds
and cops knocking on my door,
before my world went silent.
I wish for so many redos,
but I am okay because wishes
rarely come true for me,
and I have made peace with that fact.
I hope you are smiling bravely,
because I still believe in you
wherever you are and however
you are carrying your heart.
I see you reading the blog,
even late last night and I would love to talk
about poet what's-her-toes at the inauguration,
because our story started near an election.