We would have been nine today. But we didn’t make it.
I dreamt of you last night. Not the you that you are now. But the you that you used to be.
You asked me if I was okay. You looked me over. Then you smiled at me and said,
“Not yet. Just a bit more.”
But I don’t know if I’ll ever be okay.
We would have been nine today.
But we didn’t make it.