Long weekend

It has been almost 19 months since I have seen Bryon. Each and every day I feel his presence around me, I still expect to hear him pull up on his motorcycle, see him walking up the stairs. It seems as if each day harkens the raw pain, the mourning. In my mind he is still in Montana, and will be coming home. That is how I get through each day.

Someday I will be behind the moon.