Two Months, Too Long

It's been two months since I've seen those brown eyes with his "trademark" eyelashes.

I don't miss his eyes so much, but the way I felt when he looked at me.

Two months since I heard his soft voice saying, "I love you, baby."

Or felt his hand on my leg when we sat by each other.

Some days it seems like it was the just yesterday and I'm in disbelief that the days have turned to weeks, and now the weeks have turned to months.

Yet other days I wonder how I can go on not seeing, or talking to him for one more day.

That's how life is for me now.

On the good days, I can laugh -- out loud.

But it's always followed by a twinge of guilt with my inner voice asking, "How can you even smile after losing him?"

On the good days, I say to myself, "I can do this."

On the bad days, I wonder, "What's next?"
After you've had it all -- what else is there?

Everyday I wake up and say, "Damn it."