And there are days when I miss him so much, I don't know what to do with my hands because when he's not besides me, I can't slip my fingers into his palm or my palm, under his lap.  Because when he's not behind me, I haven't any reason to turn around and wait but, I do, I stand and listen for you to return "polo" to my cries of "Marco". Because when he isn't in front of me, I haven't any reason to move forward but I move forward and a little to the left and reach until he is in my reach. And there will be days like this, when I'll fall asleep on the couch waiting for his call, waking up in his arms, being carried to the top of the staircase, listening to him lay me down, listening to his "I love you and all."
                      - S. Mia
              November 1 2014