Today as the sky
laments, its chilled tears on
my face, I remembered you
crying from laughter,
a terrible joke you told,
but I laughed too.
I wished that I could tell you
of all the things you missed,
of all the ways we missed you.
Of those days that blended
into years, where I could not
discern my face
in reflective glass, a phantom
in pictures-- you told me
you struggled too.
I wanted to ask you
how you did it, why you did it:
how did you smile so
infectiously when you couldn't see
yourself in the mirror,
when you couldnt see yourself
tomorrow? But most of all,
I wished I could tell you
how I did it, and that you held
my hand.
--Angelica M., Adult