it's good to miss people. the ones i never said i loved enough, but they knew, the people i couldn't save, didn't get close enough to, got too close to, my high school academic team coach, those who raised me. i dont really think about the people ive lost until im alone because im supposed to appreciate what i do have, love my friends who are alive, not bring down the mood by bringing up their dead parents, but luckily sometimes before bed those people still pay me a visit, say hi, they're keeping an eye on me, telling me not to join them just yet
