Nightmares woke me up again tonight. I needed a walk. It's her birthday again. It's been years and there is still this aching empty hole in me. I catch myself wishing I could share my life and the things I find and remember all over she's gone. I lost my heart. I don't know what to do with all the feelings and thoughts.
The dissonance of it hurts. All I want to do is reach out even though I feel like that's all I did as she walked away and picked him. I had every right to be furious but I hate that I might have said things that made her cry. And sitting here looking out over the river while the cities sleep in the same place we sat when she said she didn't want to marry me is where I ended up again. I've felt every single day in detail since she got on that airplane. I think I'm just the box buried somewhere deep in her closet and it hurts and I miss her.
So happy birthday pretty bird. I wish I could say I was well. I'm a nurse now like I said I would be. I help save lives like I always wanted to. I don't sing like I used to and I miss it. Mom is well and dad is getting weaker. Kiki has taken to catching rabbits. I miss your voice and your hugs even though I don't know what I'd do if I actually saw you. I miss your family. I'm going to walk home and try to sleep again. Like every day I miss you.













