by Cammi Casey

 

Maybe in a perfect world,

I would be welcomed into his home.

 

I’d bring his mother flowers and help her make dinner. I’d ask her about her job as a nursing professor.

I’d buy his little sister a box of candy or a stuffed animal and show her My Neighbor Totoro and Kiki’s Delivery Service.

 

We could all play card games or watch a film,

and I would be a part of their family.

 

Maybe in a perfect world,

his parents would allow him to be welcomed into my home.

 

He’d bring my mother flowers,

a box of candy or a stuffed animal for my little stepsister,

play video games with my little brother,

talk about 80’s rock bands with my stepdad,

and play guitar with my dad.

 

We could all grill dinner and have cupcakes for dessert,

and he’d be a part of our family.

 

But now he’s gone.

 

And now, all I can do is hope and pray

that we will meet again sometime in the near future.

 

All I can do is hope and pray

that if and when we meet again, we will fall in love again.

 

All I can do is hope and pray

that his family will finally welcome me with open arms.