Some days the breathing is hard.  As if I take a breath and all will spill over.  The breath that will split the scar.  The ache that lies just beneath the surface.  Day after day.  The missing.  The longing.  One more word.  One more hug.  A future.  Where would he be right now?  How is he feeling?  I want to be numb.  I don't want to feel the pain.  It sears and burns.  This thought line is in vain.  It leaves an emptiness that can never be filled.  These desires unfulfilled; this side of ... View Post