I just don’t have much in me right now.
I miss her so much.
I’d give anything for a second chance, a do over.
I don’t cry.
I am keeping busy.
I don’t just sleep all day.
I go through each day and I manage to keep my grief tucked away.
Coming out at brief assigned times.
Until that random blow hits and I’m left shaking and raw.
But I feel like I’m missing out.
I’m not really living.
I’m just going through the motions of living.
Sure there are times of joy.
I’m not always sad.
But man I wish I could just sit in my rocker and hold her.
Breathe in that sweet baby smell
Kiss her little who nose
And hold those tiny hands
One more day