I feel stupid for writing this, but I'll go ahead and take the risk. Airplanes that go by reminds me of when we watched them near the airport last July. Grocery shopping in the local store knowing that you won't hug me from behind anymore, sitting in the back of the cab on the way home, the sights we use to roam. The stuffed dragon that sits on my shelf, God I need some help! As well as the early morning sky when the moon shined, because you'd always pick me up at that at time. Most importantly a little baby boy who shares your face and has a loud voice, but what would you know? You've made your own choice. Above all I wish I could get you off my mind if you would be so kind.