My Best Message

Ed I still have questions for you

 Still want to compare our aging mugs

 Against those days on Annetta

 Can’t get used to this 

Vast breezeway in my heart

 Want to leave my best message

 It’s there on speed-dial 

Yesterday, tickets to the game

 I automatically wanted to include you

 Yet your plaque sits up high

 Out of reach,

 the dull ache Thumping, straining 

Beyond the tears leaking Grudgingly, moving forward

 Toward your tutorial on The afterlife 

where LSD Is just a walk in the park 

The South Gate Park 

where We learned about mysteries

 Still mysterious and lost

 How could this happen? 

When my questions get more urgent

 Where have you gone my homeboy?

 What is it like out there? 

When can I expect you

To return my call