Jim forgot to tell me
how to fix the back door when it gets
stuck after a heavy rain
He told me that if he went first
not to miss him
He told me
I should linger in sunsets
and sleep late on Sunday mornings
I should drink expensive champagne
and remember him with a smile
I should live my life with no regrets
and stop working so much
I should think of our first kiss at the park
and have more kisses, more laughs
He told me
not to miss him
He told me
our time together was perfect, precious
because it was ours
He told me again and again
not to miss him
But he forgot to tell me
how to fix the back door after a heavy rain.
Giles, an adjunct English professor, has published short stories and poetry and is working on a novel.
