I thought my tears had gone away, but I was wrong. I went to California for a while. It was nice to see family. It helped.
I found it hard to cry there. I thought my tears had dried up, that I was done falling apart. I missed it. I missed you.
I’m home now, and it’s like you’re gone all over again. The tears rise up, they cover me. I am made of water. It rains.
I was shopping last night. I still think about buying you things. It’s like I forget that you’re gone, like part of me is living in a world where you’re still on your way. You are always on my mind.
I love you, little man. I always will.