It’d been, almost a DECADE since you’d died, and, each and every day, I still wake up, sometimes, feeling sad, sometimes, feeling okay…
Marking the days since you’d died, it was, NOT easy, but, that, was the only thing that keeps me sane, since you had, died, my love. I still have NO clue, of how you’d ended up dead, I know it wasn’t either yours, or mine fault, that things just happened to “us”.
And part of me feels glad, that you never, made it out of me (that was, on the better days), while on the worse ones, I’d felt, so saddened by the loss of you in my life, and, there’s, nothing I can do ‘bout it, you’re, already gone, I don’t even feel you, inside of me anymore!
Marking the days since you’d died, well, that is, eight years, nine months, and some days, and, there would be, MORE days, months, and YEARS added on…
Life, the Obstacle Course 