I didn't want to say goodbye.
I don't want to say goodbye.
I've held you tight as a breath,
And it's killing me.
You've moved on,
And the space you've left behind
Is all hard edges and drafty corners.

This isn't about you.
This is about me,
And the space
I won't let the next one fill.

Miss You Baby

I miss Fender. I know it's been 9 months. I know dogs live a shorter life than ours, but I miss him every day.