[Loren]

Come home.
Please.
I know what they say
I hear the words
but they have to be lying to me
because if you were really dead
gone
my heart wouldn’t still be beating.
I wouldn’t wake up each morning
clutching your pillow
reaching for you
weeping on the cat that doesn’t understand
why you’re not home.
I don’t understand, either.
I wouldn’t be choking down
each bite of food
thinking that it tastes like nothing
but a mouth full of s***.
I wouldn’t be walking
talking
paying bills and writing checks
forgetting basic math because my mind
hitches
stutters
stops.
It can’t be true.
Can’t.
I want you to come home now, okay?
I won’t be mad
even though the joke’s not funny.
I won’t say a word about
the last two weeks
of hell.
Whatever I did
I'm sorry.
Just come home.
Please.

[firefly]

I can understand the sentiment. Very much so. I still expect to see him walk through that door, smile at me from the car next to me at the stop light. hold my baby boy and tell me with his protectiveness that he would never let any harm come to me or his nephew. That I will hold his son one day and know that Levi lives on. It is hard to accept no for an answer.