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