laundry

I did laundry tonight. So many of your clothes mixed in- underwear, Marvin the Martian boxers I gave you after we started dating, t-shirts, lots of t-shirts. I held every piece of clothing against my cheek, hoping to find your scent lingering on something. But it wasn’t there so I put it all in the ‘to be washed’ basket. Then took it all out again, couldn’t bear to wash it knowing you had touched each and every piece…can’t wash away your touch.

Comment posted by
at 1/1/0001 12:00:00 AM

Awesome blog you have. I enjoyed reading it this evening.
Peace
TreeFrog

Christmas

I’m so sorry you’re not here. I kept listening, looking – hoping you would show up. You should see our baby girl. Isn’t fair you missed her first Christmas. I miss you so much – I need to hear you say my name again – just once…..tell me you love me and everything will be ok – even if it won’t. I don’t want anyone else to hold me. It’s your shoulder my head fits so perfectly.