Fuck!
Why must I miss you every day?
Maybe it’s because of the love I have for you
Maybe it’s the smile on your face when you sit on the ridge of the grand canyon
Worshipping the sun
Maybe it’s the way you speak to your dreams and engage your fantasies
Maybe it’s because I love the way you taste and grow week in the knees when I hold you by the  arching the small of your back
Every day I smell my pillow wishing it still holds your essence
Dream of the inspiration to be me that I felt in your arms.
Honor the courage and work that it takes to  be honest and real each
moment

revel in our joint quest to find our higher power and to heal from the systems that strive to separate us from our divine inheritance
Every day I see our beautiful creations our wonderful children and wonder
Fuck!
 Why must I mess you each day?

Answer:

If I didn’t miss you …then I would have to be blind  and or numb to the lost I feel in not having you in my life.  I am neither, I am in mourning…
Love Brian
Mon, Mar 18, 2002
11:42 AM