I guess I'm back already. I don't know why I'm sinking deeper and deeper tonight. It's been one of those grieve in the shower nights. You know, when you're in the shower alone and you just silently let the tears come, you want to sob and just let everything out, but can't because those not so little ears will hear you. She'll be very concerned and anxious that you are falling apart. Yup, one of those nights. I don't even know why. I'm exhausted, but at least I can still fake it in front of her.
I'm forgetting you. Things you would say are no longer flooding my memory. I'm forgetting what you smelled like, I know if I open that bottle of your cologne I wouldn't be able to hold it together. I'm barely making it right now. I can still imagine how the softness of your cheek met the stubble of your beard. You are slipping away from me, I'm grasping but there is nothing there.
I've had these moments of "this is my life and it's OK" now I feel I'm back to day one, consumed by the hollow. It hurts to smile.
I love you handsome man.