The 7-Year Itch

You have been on my mind lately.  Perhaps its because Im finally doing it.  I am finally  building something substantial, as you always believed I would.  I haven’t mourned for you in 7 years.  I remember thinking the pain in my heart, in my gut, would never go away.  Time truly does heal the deepest of wounds but those memories never die, they become more of a comfort, like an old and warm blanket. It feels like they were yesterday.  Those late nights, coming by your office after work with take out. We would eat and dance to Frank Sinatra before you were jetting off to some far corner of the world. “Fly Me to the Moon” will never be the same for me.