She was missing him and his gorgeous sight. Still waking up in the middle of the night. Feeling for the pillow, that was just right there. Hoping to run her fingers through his thick brown hair. But gone just like that, with the groceries in the trunk. Never made it home because someone else was drunk. Smashed car flipped over, shattered glass all over the street. As she lied there in bed, she tried to feel for his feet. Nothing but a memory and his picture on the wall. But she was willing to forgive the man who caused it all.
January 21, 2009