I hope you’re great.
I hope you’re not working too much
And that you’re getting more sleep. I hope you’re smiling,
With those warm, brown eyes I love.
I’ve been better, and I will be better too.
I miss you.
I hope you think of me sometimes.
I think of you more than I should.
I accept the ache. It’s here to stay.
I try to tame the flicker of hope.
I can’t believe you are gone.
And that I am still here.



Good morning, Wet Ink.Even if we know in our heads that we are thinking about it too much, our hearts cannot organize things so conveniently. I also sometimes find myself thinking of people who were important to me, or people I can no longer see. No matter how many years pass, I don't think those feelings ever completely disappear. 😭