Please write.

I wish everyone I loved 
wrote every once in a while 
It doesn’t have to be good, it doesn’t have to rhyme
But it’s the easiest way for me to get access to their beautiful minds
So that I have something of them with me when I miss them 
So that I can read the sequence of words their minds produce, over and over and over again, I would never get bored, I would never whine
I wish they stained pages with ink during their lifetime 
I wish their memo notes were filled with drafts on their smart phones 
I wish they would leave this world filled with few more words after they’re gone
To read their inner monologues, might even be better than reading our own dialogues
Because their soul wouldn’t be affected by my presence 
Their voice wouldn’t be drowned by the voices of others
It would just be by itself, immersed in its own thoughts
The purest form of communication there ever was
I wish everyone I loved
wrote every once in a while 
I guess that’s why I do it 
all the time