Dear you

The leaves are about to change to different shades and I’m still hoping for some type of communication from you . Days cut short and brisk air follows and laughter fills my face . And I wish you could be apart of it . I can still remember your voice and the way ours would become one . How our words tripped over the other like two cackling chickens tied at the hip talking about everything and nothing . Sometimes I forget you have freckles and how I never could count them because there were so many . I forgot how much we laughed . And I remember how much we cried . I’m getting better you know ? Trying to be content and wake up happy for a difference . I think you would be proud of me . I miss you a lot . Sometimes the grief of grieving someone alive takes my breath away . Missing you takes my breath away . And I just really hope you’re okay .