February 25th 2015

February 25th, 2015

is a date my heart still circles back to,

no matter how many years try to soften it.

I miss you in the quiet moments,

the ones no one notices

when something funny happens

and my first instinct is still you.

You were my constant,

my safe place in human form,

the one who knew my chaos

and never asked me to shrink it.

Time keeps moving like it didn’t lose anything,

but I did.

I lost conversations that never got finished,

memories we never got to make.

Some days the missing feels sharp,

other days it’s just heavy

a weight I’ve learned how to carry

because letting go was never an option.

You’re not here,

but you’re everywhere I am

in my laughter, in my grief,

in the person I became after you left.

I don’t say goodbye anymore.

I say I’ll carry you with me.

And I do.

Every single day.