Give Me One More Day

It has been two weeks since I last heard your voice. Two weeks. 14 days which will now equal an eternity because I’ll never hear your voice again. Because 12 days ago… I can’t say it right now. I want to be able to say it. But I can’t. Today, I have thrown myself into getting my room painted. Anything to keep myself busy. Because when I slow down, I think of you. I think of how you’ll never have my cooking again. How you’ll never annoy your grown daughter again. How you’ll never see our son in his letterman’s jacket. How you’ll never play with this tiny dog of ours again. All of these things. When I stop going, they come back into my head. And I become unable to function again. And I keep saying it that I just want you back. Just for a day. Not even for forever. Just to get an answer to a question. One I know the answer to, but to hear you say yes… To hold you and not complain about your body temperature being that of the sun. I would do so much just for one more day. Instead of talking to the air and holding on conversations with air. One more day. Just to make sure you actually know everything in my heart.