July 23, 2010

by | Jul 24, 2011 | 0 comments

The day that the parallel realm of “should have” began.
On this day last year, you should have returned home from your three week travels.
Perhaps that is why I tell you an inordinate amount of times today, while Audrey is at a friend’s or quietly while she is in the other room, “You never came home…you never came back.”
“I miss you.”

JAC

July 24, 2011

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