Today, I'll write you poetry and send you flowers when you're dead.

I will kiss your porcelain face

As I adorn your brittle hair with petals

And sing a lullaby to the hallowed corpse that was once filled with stars and skies of all your dreams.

I will tell you how great of a person you were.

I will comfort your mama with pieces of reminiscence.

I will tell your pa how proud he should be.

I will finally make time to go to the beach

To write your name in the sand and watch the ocean wash it away.

I will let the wind carry our laughs as it echoes through the mountains as I hike.

I will finally forgive you for every check list grudge I held against you

And you will dance.

If only my freedom could give you life again.

I will sing our favourite songs.

I will see your sister every Saturday.

Your brother will never have another missed game.

I'd be planting seeds with you

If you had colour.

Instead the ground is drained,

These stems have no roots.

Yes I'd be writing poetry with you,

There'd be a full blown garden;

I'm going to do all these things

And if only you were here

You'd see,

How much I care

Instead of lying beneath the weighted regrets

And grounded beneath my tears.