When I think about it too much I miss you.
When I don't think about it at all, my thoughts drift
and I sometimes forget, momentarily, that you ever left.
The need to talk to you is so overpowering. I just want to
hear your voice. I want your words to fill me up, and rebound
against my beating heart; reflect back and flow through your mind
until your spirit decides to stay beside me forever. Maybe your
voice is speaking to me all the time. I cannot hear you. I am
deaf to your song and blind to your spirit. The only things
that are left are the infragmented bits of your soul that
have been left to my weary body. We are one soul,
one beating heart, but separate spirits residing in
heaven and living, laughing, loving on earth.
