You’re Supposed To
by Natalie Juteau
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You’re supposed to be here
You’re supposed to see my dorm room, and hug my beautiful roommate
You’re supposed to hide my Easter basket, and laugh while I search in vain
You’re supposed to say “I miss you. I love you. When are you coming home?”
You’re supposed to drink sweet tea and sit in the sun on the porch
You’re supposed to tell me “Make sure your tank is full.”
You’re supposed to shake my husband’s hand, then hold my first born child
You’re supposed to be here
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I wasn’t supposed to buy that black dress or sleep with tissues by my bed
I wasn’t supposed to open that gift and see you smiling back at me from behind the glass
I wasn’t supposed to celebrate the first birthday you never had
I wasn’t supposed to stand beside your grave, or see your name on the stone
I wasn’t supposed to remark “The flowers look beautiful.” as I put them in the ground
I wasn’t supposed to turn my face to hide the tears I cried
Because you’re supposed to be here, Grandpa
You’re supposed to
