I miss you.

How I miss your vision for excellence.

Your packages that tenderly touched the insides of my box, the one outside of my estate

I often wonder how we met. Was it luck, intentional, or fate?

You saved my youth from being even younger

Your plastics that matured my life's span

Hungry for the weekend, you quenched my thirst for drinks, my hunger

Now I wearily toss in my sleep from a night's prior event

My maturity was taken by a beefy man

Pondering the possibilities of where I will be reborn

I cannot choose the same life

I think back to our last exchange, what feels like an eon ago

You teased me with thoughts of life in westcoast

a particularly sunny residence

One where avocados grow with abundance

Do you still dream the same as I?

A life where the sun shines and the waves curl

The thought of not being from California makes me want to hurl

Only with you, do I wish to be from there

Only with you, do I feel secure

Only with you, I indulge in liquor with no fear

I write to you now; asking for your return, your presence

I want to gift you coin, dollars, and pheasants