The Things He Won't...

The feel of the warm ocean sand under my feet
The soft whisper of autumn leaves
These are the things he won’t...

The warm feeling of tucking under the covers on a cold night
The simplicity of a Sunday walk under the maple trees
These are the things he won’t...

The smooth texture of a worthy hard-covered novel
The joy of sliding into home plate
These are the things he won’t...
Won’t touch, won’t see, won’t feel

Not anymore.
I miss you, my sweet Scotty Boy.





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