Half of me is missing … and the other half is missing you. Ranata Suzuki

Safety Not Guaranteed is the name of the Aubrey Plaza film
that I couldn’t recall the other night.
What I remembered was the time travel and
the gentle, tenuous bond between two lost souls.

Yet another magical movie I would have missed
had it not been for you.
The Way, Way Back.
The Perks of Being a Wallflower. Enough Said.

How I loved those moments on our comfy couch,
watching the films you chose to show me.
All that I learned about you,
the way those coming-of-age tales made me cry.

I miss you most in the quiet moments.
The end of the afternoon or late at night.
The points in a day when the world stills,
and our voices were the only sound.

There is so much I will never know,
Because you are not here to tell me.
Snapple facts and stories,
your secrets and all the insights I overlook.

There’s a part of me that left with you,
a side unseen that no one else knows.
My first-born child, my only son, please come back
I have so much to ask you.