It’s Tuesday

It’s Tuesday

The rain has stopped.

It’s been a week since the accident.

You are not here.

But I am.

So I write.

I eat.

I sleep.

It’s Wednesday.

The clouds block out the light.

You are still not here.

Why am I?

So I write to you.

I eat.

I sleep.

It’s Thursday.

The rain soaks my skin.

I am here.

But you are not.

So I write to you.

I eat for you.

I sleep to dream of you.

It’s Friday.

The sun peaks through the clouds.

I feel you here.

But you are not.

So I write to you.

I eat for you.

I sleep and dream of you.

It’s Saturday.

The sun soaks my skin.

I am here for you.

Because you can’t be.

So I write to you.

About the sound of the rain on our bedroom window.

I try everything I am offered and never take this life for granted.

I sleep and dream of you.

It’s Sunday.

The clouds have cleared.

I am here.

Because of you.

I write about you.

I live for you.

I dream for you.

Because you cannot.

It’s Monday.

The rain pounds on the window.

You are gone.

But I am not.

So I write to you.