I wrote this is a response to a poetry prompt, I wish you were here. Read on:
I wish you were here.
Here, not in the quiet of the lecture hall, where our whispers danced.
Here, no, not beneath the towering brown mahogany tree, where you once climbed but couldn't descend.
No, not there, where we buried two colorful jars of our favorite riddles and forgot to mark the spots.
Strain your eyes longer, and find me here, in the lonely plot at the outskirts of town.
Here, where cracked earth crumbles around my headstone, and brittle petals lie scattered like faded memories.
Run here, place a fresh bouquet upon this tomb.
I wish you were here.