Thursday, February 5, 2009

The little things that bother me when i think about you

I still think you are home when I pull up to the house and see your truck there.
We threw away the food that you opened, it went bad
Quietness of the house. No TV
Getting rid of your things
Looking at your pictures when you were skinny and sick
The bad old days
Empty couch
You wanted to live
The dog is lonely
We all are