For Dong
The last thing I said
was, "Oh, Hey, bye."
I had a feeling in my stomach,
that you weren't coming back.
I wish I was wrong, but no
I had to be right.
I wish you were here.
I wish I saw the signs.
Instead I'm sitting,
alone in the house,
writing a poem of how I miss you so,
and all the things I wish I would've done.
Nothing can bring you back,
which I now realize,
but still it doesn't hurt
to hope that you're somewhere.
Maybe you'll pop back in
because I want to change my last words,
and give you a huge hug.
I want to tell you
never to leave,
and I'd hold you tight.
I hope you understand.