Stranger
How does it feel to miss someone you’ve never known?
It feels like—
I’ve never had a conversation with you,
But we would sit on the couch
And watch something together.
You would fill in birthday cards for me,
And buy postcards because you know I collect them.
I would laugh at your jokes
And make you silly drawings.
But none of that happened.
My only memories come from other people, secondhand.
There is a hole in my heart where you should be,
And I don’t know what shape it takes.