Poem - Dear, Charlie

send me golden dollars

     to hold in my hands

          so i can feel the embossing of her face.

 

give me your hand

     and put it in mine

          because i'm too young to cross alone in your eyes.

let me read old comics

     in your daughters old room

          so i can feel the past through your thoughts.

 

come to my wedding

     and sit there, front row and center

          whether or not you're alive.