Miss You

Its been a year since you died

A day since I cried

And a second since I’ve thought of you

Stupid cancer

Screw cancer

Maybe it is survivors guilt,

Maybe I will get over it

I hope not

I hope I think of you every day

I hope it brings a pain

I hope I want to cry every time I think of you

I don’t want to miss you less

I don’t want to skip the pain thinking of you brings.

A year you died

A day I cried

A second I thought of you