Helen "HP" Rivers

I miss your niece
and your best friend,
playing house,
playing pretend,
being so sure
the war would end,
but I can’t
bring myself to
miss you.

The color’s come back
to my cheeks, I’ve
almost remembered
how to breathe,
we’ve been one hell
of a loss to grieve –
but I can’t say I
miss you.

Can’t say I’m better
But I’m finally fine –
just sad to remember
so much wasted time
worrying I would
miss you.

Turns out,
I missed
Me.