Monday, November 29, 2010
The ache in my heart
There are so many things I want to say here - so many things I need to say. But they have to wait.
I wish you were here Sawyer. I just want you here with me. At night, I pray to you before I fall asleep. My eyes closed, trying to remember the feel of your skin against mine. Your head was so soft and smelled sweet and beautiful. I want to kiss you again, but instead - I kiss your grave.
I keep your blanket against my chest when I sleep - it's the only comfort I have.
Sometimes, I feel you kicking me. I know it's you because I've never felt anything so close to that in my life - and I can't explain it.
I miss you, sweet baby.