For Holly

My year is told in hard endeavor
The first day…
It hurts now to remember
The call that woke me from sleep
Wish you’d called me out
Would it make a difference?
Will this help me remember?
My dear was lost in gone December
It’s been three years
Still hurts to read your letters
Recall the first day
Why was I so indifferent?
Now I’m forced to remember life
Me in my car, I won’t be here alone anymore
Velocity sent you through the window
If you had called me out now