I'm still praying to a God I'm not totally convinced in that you'll find your way home. That you'll walk in from this longwinded joke; a sideways grin overtop your apology.
I hate how longwinded you've let this joke get.
I hate how the last time I saw you I cut it short to go read a book when I should have gone down to the ocean with you.
I hate how people use past tense to talk about your smile now. How your embraces were enough to turn a bad day into something magic. How your laugh was the centerpiece in a crowded room.
You left and we're all trying to live without the sun but it's gotten a little too cold to bear.
Please come home now.