Go to school.
Type a paper.
Take a midterm in math.
Walk out of classroom up stairs.
Return a missed call.
It’s my boo Gina.
Sit down on a couch in the IL building.
Rundown what’s been happening with me…
School…poetry…going out of town next week to see my niece…yeah my brothers daughter…we’ll all be together…especially since my dad won’t be here this year during the holidays…won’t hear his voice…
Tears fall unexpectedly and freely
Covering my eyes til I can’t see
This happens more than often…my talking of you and crying
I keep thinking
I don’t want to forget you
A moment with you again I keep seeking
Mentally recalling and calling
Away from the day you passed
Moving closer towards my purpose
closer to you