I missed you, a little less, each, and every day, and, just when I thought I was totally, completely, finished with, missing you, I’d felt, the attacks of the waves again.

…not my photo.

I missed you, a little less, each, and every day, and now, you’re, rarely, crossed my mind, unless, I’m, in that mood again (and yeah, we’re still talkin’ ‘bout that “time of the month” here!!!), but I know, that things worked out, the way they are supposed to, even though, you’re, already dead, it still doesn’t, change the way I feel about you, or, take away from, how much, I love you, since before the start of your life (note: your life hadn’t started, like it should have already!!!).

I missed you, a little less, each, and every day, and, I’d suffered through, more than MY share, of losses here.  I just can’t (or won’t is more like it!!!) allow ANYTHING, to keep me tied up and bound, and you’d become, a distant, but clear-as-day, memory that I cherished, and, you know the strangest thing???  We’d never even, set eyes on one another, if you can, believe it…

…not my photo still.

I don’t miss you any more, and I’m done, grieving, over how you’d, “died” (Well, technically, you were, NEVER even conceived………).