One night I called you. You answered, but your voice was faint and distant. Then I woke -up.
Your son reports the basement light is always on when he goes in the house. He triple checks that it’s off before he leaves.
Your favorite neighbor discovered a white moth in her house. She carried it outdoors and let it find its way. Back across the road, perhaps?
The other day was really rough – my heart hurt as if it would explode, and I just couldn’t stop crying. “Take care of yourself.” So I did all the things one should.
Your friends told me how you thought I was so strong, and I would always be alright. I am resilient, but right now I don’t feel alright. I feel so, so sad, and I miss you.
Creekside Whispers 