Missing...

Missing

I miss a lot of things that once meant nothing
Never have I felt so numb and sad.
Pictures of my house keep coming at me,
Images of people come alive.

There’s my little brother playing soccer,
And my grandma walking down that knoll;
How did I not see it come, I wonder?
How can things go back the way they were?

I had all I needed to be happy,
And I was, but years went by, and things
Started changing: I got older, maybe
Unfulfilled and overwhelmed by needs.

So I packed my bag and said “I’ll miss you,
But my mind’s no longer young and raw.
I must see what other see, and learn to
Feel what others feel when they’re alone.”

And I left. And they all cried, and wished for
God to see me through this wondrous play;
Never will I be the same, and never
Will my heart and mind be young and frail.

As they were, when things were also different
And so great, with school, and friends, and days
Of hot summer I’ll remember always
And I think of every single day.

But they’re gone, and though it’s hard without you,
Mom, my brother, woman that I love,
Anytime I sigh and start to miss you,
I’ll be writing poems to you all,

And if that won’t send away the shadows
And my heart will still be pouring tears,
I’ll go down my knees and pray for wonders
And for actions bolder than our dreams.

So that when we meet again my dear ones,
We’ll be sharing tales, and I shall come
Once again, with jokes and mind like no one’s...
Mom, your son is here...your son is home.