My Dear Girl

 I miss you so much. It's been over a year since I've seen you. Longer since I held you, hugged you, Patted you on the back, or yanked your pony tail. 

I just miss you. 

I talk to you every day, I think. I'm always finding facebook stuff to share with you. I think I've been able to not do that, I haven't seen anything from me on your page, and I haven't messaged you anything. But it's been close a few times, kiddo. I've deleted a few almosts.

How can you be gone, so gone, so very gone? Where are you every day?

But I also don't want to bother you . I like to think of you as resting, sleeping, taking care of yourself, if there's even a self for you to be aware of.

Rest,baby girl. You've needed it so long, and I know -- yes KNOW -- how weary just getting through every day gets you. 

And you were at it for such a long, long time.

But, OH, My Child, I want you back. I want to talk and laugh and share and visit and even argue, and you aren't here to do any of that with, except in my mind.

You are just so very very gone, and I want it to not be so. 

Why did you have to go? 

Just as your life was unwrinkling before you, the curves in the road straightening. 

I want you back.

I want YOU back.

I WANT YOU BACK.