Something's Missing

A Poem

Gut punched, heart wrenching

hobbled breaths

clutching on air through

constricted sniffling sinuses.

There was that thing

I had to do, I had to

call you. I wanted to

speak with you about the

recent loss of our favorite

team the Patriots.

I was going to confirm the bet

I loaned you the money to

put on them was all good.

But I’ll never make that call,

I don’t need the money from you.

I wanted to talk to you though.

Just you. About anything really.

But your phone rang through.

I had to call the home

I was told. Call the front desk

and they’ll put you through.

So I didn’t call. And I kinda wish I

had. And you’d tell me how

Happy you were now,

and how you wanted to give me

some money to put into some stocks

for your grand kids

for their future.

But I didn’t call.

So now I’m a mess,

drinking a glass of wine

from the bottle you gave me

as I acknowledge the end

and sit and remember you.