Bobby Gene

I find myself missing you a lot.
I know I shouldn't.
I do though, and it hurts.
My heart pounds, my chest tightens.
I can smell you sometimes.
Hear your laughter in my mind.
Taste the food I ate in the hospital that day.
Feel your scratchy beard on my face.
See your slightly yellow, perfectly straight smile.
I have your teeth.
They're a reminder.
I have your feet. I remember you when I walk.
I think about who you were.
And how you made fun of me.
I still miss you.
I still cry.
I still keep that teddy bear close.
I hate that hospital.
I hate ICU.
I hate that your gone.
I need to visit you.
Mom won't go.
The cemetary makes us cry.
Mom doesn't like to cry...