I’m sitting on my chair, doing some writing and listening to his band to have his voice in my life even if his presence is not there. I peek up to look at my framed picture; it’s him and me…it’s what makes me happy and what keeps me alive, the motor of my heart and reason of my smiles. It’s us. That framed picture of his lips gently caressing my cheek as his arms surround my waist and his hair covers half his face. Every time I remember the day we got that picture taken I smile and think of everything he has helped me through…and everything we’ve lived together.
It’s 5:00 PM and this is the moment of the day in which I feel more inspired. My door is locked, mom is not home and dad will be all across the country for one month because of his job. I’m at my third cup of coffee and writing is going pretty well.
I suddenly hear a knock in the window. It’s him? I stop the music and open the curtain. Yes, it’s him. I smile an