<p>Today’s poem–from Olstein’s first collection, <em>Radio Crackling, Radio Gone </em>(2006)–is a melancholy collection of the little things we’d like to say to someone who isn’t there. Happy reading.</p> <br/><br/>This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit <a href="https://dailypoempod.substack.com/subscribe?utm_medium=podcast&#38;utm_campaign=CTA_2">dailypoempod.substack.com/subscribe</a>