How can it have been over a year
since I last heard your voice?
“Chica,” you would say
And then ask me about my day.
I miss our ballgames when you’d shout,
“Way to go Andrew!” every time he struck out.
I remember our high stakes poker games
With a penny ante and 4 aces to stake your claim.
But in my heart I still hear you
Singing and humming, “I’ll be seeing you.”
© Autumn Siders 2015