Old Comforts

May 13, 2003
1:01 pm

Today I am trying not to think of how I would lie down in her lap and rub my face against her tummy. Or how she would sometimes wrap her thin arms around my head and kiss the top. Or what it was like to go home unalone and crawl into bed together and tangle up warm and soft. Or how of all the things in this world to do, her always favorite was to be near me. I saw that last part as a problem, and I guess it really was. But it's the kind of thing you miss after you let it go.