It doesn’t seem to work. I can’t forget. I can’t clear my head. I wonder how you are. Do you miss me? Do I want to know? – probably not. I am looking for strings that aren’t there.
You would think there would be no time to miss you. With the aftermath of last week weighing heavily on my son, I am busy trying to care for him, but my mind still finds time to keep checking your blog, watching the stats on this one — trying to see if you check.
I haven’t written in a while as I was trying to break myself completely from you. But I am missing you even more now. I have no one to talk with. I spend nights on D**”s couch. It isn’t much good for sleeping, but I don’t sleep much either. Its tough going while he waits for justice and bears the burden of his job.
I write and delete. And, write again.
Back to working.
