You are everywhere.
Every firetruck I pass is yours.
The sugar snap peas in the garden grow for you, I can't eat them.
When I lie in your bed by myself and cry, I can almost feel you next to me.
You're in the tub with your big sister, but she can't see you.
The birds eat your birdseed, and I fill it for you.
Every boy on the street on his bike is you.
Oswald plays for you on tv, waiting for you to watch.
The flower named for you blooms on the trellis, last year you held it.
Your locker across from mine, holds your shoes, hats, coat.
You are everywhere, but here.