I used to think I couldn’t go a day without your smile.
Without telling you things and hearing your voice back.
Then, that day arrived and it was so damn hard but the
next was harder. And I knew with a sinking feeling it was
giving to get worse and I wasn’t going to be for a very
long time.
Because losing someone isn’t an occasion or an event. It
doesn’t just happen once. It happens over and over again.
I love you every time I pick up your favorite coffee mug.
Whenever that one song plays on the radio, or when I
discover your old t-shirt at the bottom of my laundry pile.
I lose you every time I think of kissing you, holding you or
wanting you. I go to bed at night and I lose you, when I wish
I could tell you about my day. And in the morning, when I
wake and reach for the empty space across the sheets, I begin
to lose you all over again.
Autumn 