It is the little things that get you
Pant hangers hanging from the ceiling in the laundry room
Rich use to hang his jeans up to dry
The little things seem to make me cry
Make me panic, make me ill inside
I was doing really well today
Tonight alone, Christopher asleep in the next room
images, thoughts, feelings crept in.
The actual thought of Rich not being in my life
my whole entire life is —-so scary—so unbelievable.
His light, his energy, his essence no longer on this plane of existence
is too much for me to ponder…to deal with
He was is a part of me
Half of me is gone gone forever.
He was my rock, my mate, my friend, my future, my present
Now he is only a memory.