Everyone else knew you.
They remember everything about you.
All I remember are pictures
Of me stirring your coffee,
Sneaky sips of your special medicine,
Rubbing your arm to remind you everything will be ok.
Because at that young age,
Anything is possible.
But in time, you passed away.
And left an empty chair in which you sat,
Left a hole in the family where your heart should be,
Left a lonely little girl to cry for you.


Are you really in the sky?,
How do you seem so far away,
When the sky isn't.
Because now you seem more far away than ever.
A character of fiction with a short lived fame.
Everyone else knew you.
But why couldn't I?
Why couldn't I know more about you
Than the contents of your gravestone.