Okay, last sappy post for tonight. Or hopefully forever.
It’s a hard week, y’all. Give me a little leeway. Sitting on my hands this last time is the hardest thing.
Sweet one, I miss you. Just you. My head on your chest. Your irreverence at my seriousness. The curve of your lip. Your stories. The silver at your temples and the scrape of your stubble. Your color-blind eyes. I miss all of you.
Every day I wonder where your footsteps fall.
Every day I wish they’d be on my front steps.
Every day I imagine what you’d say about this or that, your clever insights, your easy laugh. Your arms around me.
I miss everything about you.