It’s not just the fact that you’re gone that hurts. It’s that sometimes I forget, and then remember again.
Last night I came home and was worried that you weren’t waiting at the door. I ran through the house looking for you, before I remembered you were no longer there.
Last night I got up and went up the stairs to go to bed and when I didn’t almost trip over you I turned to see where you were.
Last night I shifted and turned and was surprised when my foot didn’t come against you and disturb you as you sprawl over the bed.
This morning I reached out for you and you weren’t there. I called for you to come outside but you never came.
Knowing you’re gone isn’t even what hurts the most. It’s those moments when I think you’re still there that make me wonder when it will stop hurting.
It’s the moments I turn around and expect your smiling face that rip the wound open again.
It’s the moments I reach out for you and find nothing that make me break down.
I know you’re in a good place on the other side, running faster than you ever could in this realm. I know you’re waiting for the day I join you.
I know that a part of you is still here, that you’re there with every memory, and that with every time I turn around to look at you, it’s really you and I just can’t see you.
But it still hurts.
I miss you, you weird little dragon. With all my heart.