No matter where you are in the world, I’ll always get to you…
I told my husband those words almost a decade ago and even though he died eight years ago, my heart, soul, and spirit still seek him out
Last night, I had another one of those dreams
The one where you refuse to accept widowhood
Refuse to accept what your mind already knows
So you go searching
Searching for what once was
Searching to hear his voice one more time
Searching for a piece of yesterday
Searching for his touch
And just like is my reality, I failed to find him
Failed to tell him “I love you” one last time
Failed to believe he was truly gone.
I think if I live to be 1,000 years old
Part of me will always search for him in the recesses of heart.