i just thought of a story
i could have told risha
on this day
even though i have no idea if she could have heard me.
i could have told her that there was a view of the east river
just like there was at doctor's hospital
when i had my appendix out
and i had to kick her out of my room
because she made me laugh too much
and it made my stitches hurt too much
she would have liked that,
i think there must have been a lot of stories that i could have told her
but didn't,
i was too wrapped up in my grief