It’s been three months to the day since you’ve been gone and I regret not writing last night before bed. I regret leaving everything these past three months set aside in light of remembering over and over what happened three months ago to the day. The day where you did who-knows-what and took your last breath in this realm that we shared and left. You’re physically incapable of being a part of my world anymore and I am not sure if I’ll ever grow to comprehend why this had to happen this way, at this point in time, in not just my lifetime but everyone else’s who calls your winning spirit “home”. Damn it. I miss you. I miss you more than words can explain and for someone who didn’t see you that often, I surely don’t take what I had with you for granted. I remember months where you would be out of town and they would fly by but your return would be the best thing in the world. You came with stories to tell and laughs to share, a sort of belly-laugh that made the entire room erupt with hea...
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