A Refusal to Say Goodbye

Ripped Jeans
Paint covered boots
A Jays cap
A winter Jacket unzipped,
Hands in his pockets
Back hunched as he retreated from the cold-
He stepped forward.
He’d missed the procession
Missed the party
Missed the ceremony…
All on purpose.
He knew she of all people would understand
He knew he couldn't handle it
And so he skipped.
He’s alone.
Nothing but he,
And a headstone.
“Did you have to go so soon?
Couldn't you wait for me?
Are you waiting now?
Don’t you dare tell me I can do without!
I will smack y-0-u….”
With the realization of her inexistence
Tears streaming uncontrollably down his face
He punches the newly placed dirt.
“Who am I supposed to take out to dinner?
If you aren't here to help how am I supposed to move on?
Who will listen?”
From inside his jacket he pulled an old ragged stuffed animal.
“Maybe you’ll talk to her!
Maybe she will tell me what your response is
Maybe!- Maybe!....”
He hugged the stuffed animal and cried once more.
He thought of nothing to do,
But do as he’d always done with her-
Talk.
Hours later he stood from the cold darkened spot.
“I will be back”---
He shed one last tear as he turned while muttering his last words of the day.
“Every day.”