i miss him
i miss him
I miss him
I Miss Him
I MISS HIM

he should be here. this is all wrong. some really long drawn out bad dream. it needs to end. i need him here with me.

i need to call his name and have him answer. i need him to come and snuggle while we read is favorite book.

i need to know what he would look like, act like, who at 2 yrs. old he would be.

i physically hurt for him and am afraid i may never move from this spot without him here.

the tears fall, the head throbs, and m arms still ache for him.

Wyatt, Wyatt, Wyatt, Wyatt, Wyatt,

i am hurting and have no one. no one who understands and no one who really wants to try.