Ficlets

I miss the smell of coconuts, which reminds me of your hair.
I miss the ringing sound of bells, your laughter floating through the air.
I miss the perfectly rounded lips, your cheeks always rosy and red.
I miss the elfish curve of your ears, and your chocolate locks beside your head.
So many things I wish I had seen, so many things I’d ask you.
I wish you had shown me one last dance, for dancing is nothing with out you.
I wish I could not wish-that you are here. I wish you hadn’t left us.
Why? Why must it hurt so hard? I wish I could yell and scream and cuss.
But for you my OE, my cousin, my friend;
I will force my self to wait patiently, until I see you in the end.