Pick Up

By Dani Murdock-Landry

I know you won't pick up, but let me say a few things.

I love you. You always knew that – I hope you knew that. I told you so often. And you would always smile, even if we were fighting or there was something wrong in the world. Between the two of us, there was a safe space. It's always been that way.

We've always been together, even before we were together. We both knew that. When you'd yell at me to push you higher on the swings, and that time when you had to come pull me out of the deep end of the pool at that stupid high school party because you were the only one I'd ever told that I didn't know how to swim. I was the only one you could cry to when your cat died, because your mother hated cats and didn't know you were keeping one in the shed. 

Sometimes, you were the only one I could go to. And sometimes, I was the only one you could go to. So we made the distance between us shorter, so we could always go to each other when we needed to. We had to a lot, didn't we?

I need to go to you now. You're the only one I can go to. I need you. I need you more than I've ever needed you before.

But you're the only one who can't be there for me this time. Or ever again.

I never had to imagine what it would be like to live without you. I don't want to have to start learning. 

I know you can't pick up. I love you.

I miss you.

Photo Credit: Soopahtoe


Born in Sudbury, Ontario, Dani always had a penchant for adventure. Her reading was avid to the point of getting her scolded in school, and she began writing once she realized that she had stories to tell too. Writing every day and collaborating with friends across the globe, she has a mind full of worlds that need sharing.

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