There really was only one thing I wanted for my birthday. In my dreams I made a deal with a black magic man to bring you back. You were just how you were before: bright eyes, full cheeks, warming smile. "How are you my friend?" and a fake punch to the shoulder. I hear your voice echoing through the house. The songs you love to sing easing my nerves. The sound of your shoes from the way one foot dragged a tad more than the other. It's not time to play hide and seek- come out, come out, wherever you are.
Please...?
I miss you.
God I miss you so bad.
