Has it really been a year already? Since you left this earth?

The calendar says so…

But it seems like so much longer since I heard the sound of your warm voice, or felt your soothing touch.

What I would give to have a day or even another second with you…

Everyone tells me that you’re in a better place now but here really isn’t that bad!

I think that I’m finally okay but then I see something that reminds me of you. Like the park or mint chocolate chip ice cream.

And everyone tells me it’s all right to cry, that it helps get all the sad out. But what if I don’t want to be happy again?

Everyday I watch that door, wishing you would walk through it with that silly grin on your face.

I know that can’t happen though.

It’s only an impossible wish coming from the mind of a foolish girl.