Dear Avie,
Please won’t you come visit me in my sleep?
Lately my dreams have no story.
Maybe I don’t dream of you because I can’t sleep.
I close my eyes and I’ll think of you, my sweet.
I’ll gasp for air, hoping to breathe you back in.
Your scent is disappearing from the room; disappearing from my nose.
I even dug up some of your old dirty clothes, in hopes that I could smell you.
I’m looking and searching for that fix.
You’re my lighthouse, my beacon. I need you.
The light is beginning to dim, and you’re not here to light the candle.
Xoxo- Mommy
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