I sit and stare at your heaven spot still not believing you’re gone. Why won’t my brain compute that you’re not coming back. It’s like I just know I will see you again. I’m not mad I know what happened I was there pumping on your chest but it’s like I know you’re coming home one day. Maybe I have lost the plot. If I have then I’m fine with that cuz a world where I don’t know what’s going on is better than the world I’m living in now. I’m tired and I miss you unbearably xxxxxxx