It really is odd that I am
missing you so very much today. I have been waking up in the mornings and
you are the rising day in my mind. I am almost overwhelmed by a wave of
sorrow and longing. I am learning, over time, to adapt to this feeling of
terrible loss. I miss you so very much. I miss the smell of you, your hair
curling on the pillow, the way you walked in your feet rather than on your
feet. I miss casual and deep conversations. I miss everything about you. I
miss all the tomorrows we will not have together. You were my mate. The road
of my life feels empty without you. It should’ve been, could’ve been and I
am sad that it is not.
Living in America without you is not
the way it should be.
What happened? Why could you not