“Blue Thoughts”
He wasn’t home to meet me tonight.
Never again.
I won’t be able to hold him tonight.
Never again.
Meltdown.
Can’t be helped.
Hurts so bad, but don’t want to not hurt.
Reminds me how much he mattered.
Part of my life.
Now gone.
Can’t sleep with ashes.
Who cares?
Tears run deep.
Can’t breathe.
Miss him.
Miss him.
Miss him.
Sweet, sweet boy of mine.
Blue Blue ~ 1998-2012
R.I.P.
A couple of days later I’m adding a PS: Please read What Happens When Your Guy Might Not Be As Brilliant As You Thought if you’d like to know his quirky origins. =^.^=
Sit. Desk. Write. 
I feel so bad for you. Take time to grieve. Love you!
Thanks, Jean. It is certainly an up and down process.
So true! Diane
Knew you’d “get it”, Diane. Thanks.
The porch is open,
I appreciate that. =^.^=
Oh! Am so sorry – who knows when hurting will turn into fond memories? It may be a long time to live with the sorrow. Wish there was something I could do to help you heal. Candace
Candace, just hearing from you helps; know you know what’s going on. Thank you.