I open the door and start to call out," Honey! I'm home!", and your'e not there.
I look into the hallway, the kitchen, and your'e not there.
I glance into the hated bedroom, where i no longer sleep, at your place on the bed, and your'e not there.
But sometimes when I close my eyes, or look around, Oh! How I can still see you, so perfectly, staring at me.
You are ALWAYS here, everywhere.
Written January 1st, 2013, a dreaded New Year
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