11/25/13

I feel you in my solitude
All the songs you used to sing
Fill the jukebox in my head
The roses miss you
And so do these walls
They miss the little nails you would set
Placing pictures of us on little shelves
And cheap prints that caught your eye
The kitchen is finally remodeled
Cobblestone tile and everything new
that you never got to see
These hearts miss you
They miss your hands molding them
Shaping them to the men you knew we would be
The plum tree is gone
It died a year after you
No one sang to it
But I feel you mom
Even in my solitude

P.Frias