call me

mornings are the hardest. its like someone died. her presence is everywhere i go. i expect to roll over on her side of the bed and smell her on the pillows. anyone know what im talking about? every morning is like starting all over again. the pain and the memories and the realization rushes into my mind. i start to panic. it takes everything i have not to pick up the phone. i am too connected. i am too involved. i am too committed, too invested. im bending. and im about to break. everything i do reminds me. everything she does i remember. .......i cant even write right now