Maybe it is the time of year.
All the holidays and memories.
Or lack there of.
Maybe it is the fact I drove to Miami.
Maybe it is job stress.
Second job stress.
But you have been on my mind.
I love looking at old pictures of you.
The ones of you before I met you.
Of you as a child.
Driving to work this week, I had disbelief battles again.
You didn't really die.
Just can't be real.
I saw you die but it just cannot have happened.
I so miss you.
I wish I could talk to you.
I wish I could hear your voice.