morrigirl | Memories

Dear Kirk,

As of today you have been dead for six years and I've still never visited your grave site. I don't know where it is. I have your mother's home address and phone number taped up on one of the shelving units in my apartment. I've had it since you died, but I am too afraid to call her. I'm afraid she'll be freaked out, even though I don't think asking for the location of a friend's grave so you can visit is a very freaky thing. However, I think she may find it bizarre that I've waited six years to contact her. I don't think I'd be able to properly articulate why it took me so long. I fear that I will never summon the courage to ask and, by extension, never visit you ever again.

I want you to know that I have written poems about you. Only three, but I think that's enough. Three poems were all I needed to say what I wanted to say about you. And, you know what? This year each was published in a different literary magazine. Yes, really! Thousands of strangers who don't know the two of us from Adam and Eve have read about us, about you. They know that you were here, that someone cared greatly about you while you were here, and was devastated when you left. I wanted them to know that. I do not want you to fade away as my memories of you grow fuzzier with each passing day. I needed to tell others, and I did.

You are remembered.

Love,

Carla