Each morning begins the same. Quiet.
How the heart wrenches.
I breathe, eyes closed, yet still your voice lingers.
How I long to be realized. How I long for continuation.
Each afternoon I take a step. Softly.
How the mind wanders.
Each evening I think of what today should have, could have, may have been.
I inhale, slowly. My eyes, awash. I end the evening without.
How I wish for your peace. How I crave your comfort.
(How I listen for your footsteps.)