Leaning on the counter Waiting for the day to roll on by Somebody walks up I start my normal spiel “Hello, did you find everything okay?” “Yeah. Thanks.” “Hey I like your tattoo” “What does it mean?” I smirk for a split second Then the emotion floods over me My smirk fades “It’s a tattoo for my…. “ I pause What should I say without sounding stupid? “Friend” I stutter out “It’s the symbol from a show we both love” “Cool” They smile at me “Thanks have a good one” “Yeah you too” They walk out All I can think to myself is How stupid of me To ever get this Forever scorched on my body Even though he’s Gone At least it feels like he is Almost as if he’s buried in the dirt But no He’s just walking this planet Without me I trace over it with my fingers God I miss him