Our last talk was a long time ago;

Seems like yesterday.

Wishing, won't make it tomorrow

So I could add the stuff I left out.

You had such big plans;

Things to do,

Places to go.

I remember your eyes

dancing with a blue fire.

And, how your dimples deepened

when you were being mischievous.

I know for a fact that you would not have hurt a fly...

Yet, you would have wrestled any one of us to the ground

Just for a laugh.

Cousin, it's been twenty years

And, I miss you still.

Poetry by Evangeline

Evangeline

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