If I wanted
To sit with my mother
For a cry
Over wine
On the porch my father built
Light a fire for my sister
Who is always cold
Share my day
With my father over a meal
My mother cooked
Drive to Yakima
To be fretted over
By Caroline
Meet me at Costa’s
We’ll share breakfast and poetry
See you in your kitchen
Updates over microwaved coffee
Call you in the afternoon
Hear about the desert and your fiance
Visit you at your restaurant
You’ll insist that I not pay
Forgive me love
For I have gone missing
Into the blue
Be it ocean, dream or sky
There is no Heaven here
And no Hell besides
For there can be neither
Without love
Joshua Hughes 8.8.2012
Awesome poem Brother. We all love and miss you!
Thanks Brandon. Kiss your girl for me. I miss you to.