I wish that I had told you when you were here
that I loved the way you always brought home dinosaur chicken nuggets, never the regular ones
that I could get high off of the smell of your old T-shirts I sleep in when I'm scared.
And I stopped ordering scrambled eggs with ketchup and barbecue sauce from the local cafe;
What'd you say? Oh no, it's not because I'm sad, of course not,
I just miss you a little bit, is all
and I'm really sorry that i refused to wash the dishes last Tuesday, I'll never leave them in the sink
I'm sorry i got mad at you when you got the white basket and the colored basket mixed up (again);

I'll remind you the next time we do laundry, I promise.

Love,
Charlotte

p.s. I hope heaven is all its cracked up to be.