Bemidji

Bemidji

Do you ever

miss me? 

Sometimes

it hurts

me that 

I never got

to say

goodbye

to you.

The sound

of the lakes

calling

to my

history

my memories.

Visions 

of my mother

and father

running

through a

burning

corn field. 

Little 

bunnies

with cotton 

tails and hearts

that would

beat so loudly.

Lilac bushes

covering 

up the 

smell

of poverty.

The snow

and pines

protecting

me from

generational

weather. 

My little

hand

holding

onto 

one of

my favorite 

loves.

You hit

my heart 

from time

to time,

You 

will always

be my first 

foundation

to this

world.

You will

always

have a 

little

piece

of me.

Wish you

were here

Bemidji.