Every Month has a 22nd...
And every month I hate that dayEven after all this time...
I still look at the clock at 6:50am...
I still hold my breath like I did as he drew his last breath...
I still feel the warmth of his hand in mine
as he squeezed it for the very last time...
I still hear his heart beat in my ear as I laid my head on his chest
for just one more nap...
And I still love him and miss him and wish our story could have had
a different ending...
Original FB post date 4/22/2019
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