I Hurt
  because I'll never hear his voice again
  because He'll never come home again
  because I'll never get a "hello" kiss,
  because I'll never even get a nasty word.

I Hurt
  because I Miss
  His Presence
  His expanded Knowledge
  His argumentativeness
  His stubborness
  His handsome face
  His bright blue eyes
  His strong body.

I Hurt
  Because I can't talk about
  The experiences we had together
  The pains we suffered
  The joys that replaced the  pains,
  The baby things, so fun-filled,
  The grown up things, that will never happen.
 
I Hurt
I Hurt




I have alot of emotions going on right now,  i have days when all is well and good and like today when  the need to quit and the thought of staying in bed fills my whole day.   When the why's and what if's seem like the only thoughts in my head.  Like I'm stuck in a the past and there is no way out.   The  pain is so real.    I know it is the time of year of the crap that happened last year, the dates and times i know them all.   I wish sometimes I could run away from it all and go to a island and just sit on the beach and listen to the ocean.

I miss you all
christy