Monday, June 15, 2015

Thoughts of Steve

I hear a car pull in the drive and a door slam and think it may be Steve coming home. Sadder is that the car is never even in my driveway but a neighbors.

I hear the main office door open at work, and think it has been a long time since he came to see me...but it is never him.

When shopping, I'll hear a hack or snort and kind of smile thinking of  all the noises he made. And for just a moment I feel sorry for the wife who is walking next to the snorter.

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