Losing You
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.