Saw something I knew you’d like,
so I thought I’d text it your way.
While I’m at it, I should also ask about your day.
It’ll be nice because we haven’t spoken in a while,
not anything to feel guilty about, that was always just our style.
When we reconnected, we always filled each other back in,
updating since the last time we spoke and saying how we’ve been.
I’ve been meaning to catch up, I’m sorry life’s been busy,
I’ll joke around and brag about how much I know you’ve missed me.
When the thought crosses my mind to reach out to you, suddenly it hits me and I feel dumb.
For I’d be waiting on a reply that would literally never come.
You’re gone, and it’s been that way for about half a year.
All that time has passed and in my mind it’s still not very clear…
You’re gone, and sometimes I forget that.
Still think you’ll show up at family functions wearing your SF hat.
Wouldn’t it be nice to joke and hang with you 1 more time, Tita-Lola?
We still had plans to get tacos, catch up, and entertained the idea of NOLA.
Crazy how life works, but I’ll be forever grateful for you.
The way your heart remained so pure, no matter what you’ve been through.
You were always down to listen, to give advice, and simply just be there.
I did the same for you, and could never guess the type of shit that you would share.
I could put you on blast right now, about the last thing you updated me on that had me cracking up.
I know your ass would surely haunt me if I did, so let me shut the fuck up.
Oh Tita-Lola, I’m smiling writing this now, thinking how I don’t even know where to begin,
laughing at the thought of all the awkward, funny, fucked up situations you always found yourself in.
But that was you – you did whatever made you happy,
We miss and love you dearly, don’t mean to get too sappy.
We’re still celebrating your life, your memory, and everything that is you,
I know you’re still around and still motivating me with whatever I want to do.
I’ll admit, maybe your death hasn’t processed in my head because it’s something I don’t want to be true,
It’s easier for me to think that we just haven’t spoken in a while, but you’re still out there doing you.
It sucks when something is expected yet so sudden,
But I know you still got my back, still lookin’ out for your little cousin.
So maybe I need to be easier on myself, and maybe not get so upset,
when I get the urge to text you, because sometimes I forget.