Have You Really Been Gone for a Year?

It is so hard to believe. Time accordions in our grief. Expands. Contracts.

It's as though we just saw you yesterday. And yesterday was a thousand years ago.

You were wearing your orange plaid shirt and smoking a cigarette. And laughing.

Probably at yourself.

The days go by. And still, we miss you.

Tomorrow is one year. And still, there is no way to quantify our loss.