When will I finally be able to listen to a song without hearing him humming to it in the back of my mind.
When will I stop thinking, "Oh, he would have liked 'em soft and fluffy with smiley faces" when I make pancakes?
When will I be able to buy MY favorite drink and not think, "This was his favorite drink" ..?
When will I stop making dinner for two? ... You were never there anyway.
When will I hear my phone ring and not think for some crazy odd reason it's you?
When will I ever be able to hear your name somewhere without automatically thinking of you?
When will I stop waiting for someone whose not coming back...
YOU ARE READING
My hearts million words
PoetryI don't expect anyone to read this. I'm kind of hoping no one does. But they feel better on paper than in my fragile heart.
