Popcorn

They didn't say your name at graduation,

there was silence when there should've been you

when we should've been screaming for you

I wish I could laugh

I wish I could stand up

In front of the class

But I can't

If I laugh

They'll say I cackled

If I stand up

I'm a towering daemon

Ready to hurt them

I made brownies and carefully placed choco chips on the top,

I carved your name in the raw top,

maybe I can grant your wish and be yours, 

perhaps I can wish you over with sweets. 

Sometimes there is so much to love 

that it hurts. 

Like a hole, waiting to be emptied as it's being filled. 

That preemptive pain; anticipation of loss.