Gone

You never truly left.

But you’re not here.

Not when I need you the most.

Not when she’s yelling.

Not when we’re all crying.

You’re a phone call away.

You live just on the other side of town.

But at fifteen,

I can’t make it there on my own.

All the half empty words

And wishes and promises that will never be fulfilled

Fill up the deafening silence.

But in the middle of the night,

You are truly gone.

#poetry