Missing You Again

It’s a beautiful December day, nearly two and a half years since you left me. And here I am, missing you again. I wonder what we might be doing this day, if you were still here. Maybe we would be in the driveway, or at the shop doing a charity job. Or maybe we would be inside, tangled up on the couch watching an old western. Or maybe we would be sitting at the kitchen table having a beer while you picked your guitar. I miss your music so much! I still think of you all the time and I know you are with me, but I wish I could still touch you and hear your voice. I wish you had made a different decision that day. I wish you hadn’t chosen a permanent solution to a temporary problem. I wish you could see how much things have changed since you have been gone, including me. But I still love you with all of my heart, baby.