a month

It has been a month without you. I thought of you today and yesterday. I know I will think of you everyday. I turn around and expect to see you standing next to me on Sunday mornings making brunch. I walk in the door and want to tell you about the guy in the funny hat down the street. When I want to play a game, you are the first person I want to sit at the table. I laugh and expect hear your laugh too. I see you in everything and everywhere, but my world lacks color without you.