Home

Sometimes I rush home from some brief mindless excursion hurrying into our home, believing you're still here despite known aversions. Then upon entry and turning of the key you are not here, then comes that realization and knowing agony you're gone almost a year. Having said our last goodbye, given memory of that final kiss doesn't make it easier to deny the knowledge that you're missed. The reality is forever dies. I miss your laughter and your voice even your pain filled tears and cries death was certainly not our choice. Living still held promise, life and hope and now is but a memory alone locked in an empty house of mirrors and smoke once a loving home.