Why Don't You Visit Me Anymore?
A letter to my husband
Dear Lindsay,
You haven't come to visit
me in a long time...
not in my dreams,
not when I'm awake.
Don't you know how much I still need you?
Maybe you think I'm doing fine
without you, your voice,
your smell.
But I'm not.
Sure, I've finally got my act together
as far as the financial situation goes.
Bet you thought you'd never see that
after you found all those unopened, unpaid bills stacked
on the top of the fridge all those years ago!
Ok, I'm not totally together with the finances,
but I'm close.
I'm sure you think I've moved on.
I mean, I don't spend as much time crying
as I did in the weeks after you died.
Not out loud.
I'm still crying on the inside.
I wish you'd come visit me in my dreams more often
so I could hear your voice,
your laugh, your smile.
Why don't you visit me anymore?
I still need you.
Love,
Danielle
About the Creator
Dani McGaw
Freelance writer & author | More about me here: http://dani.space
Non-fiction: Relationships | Mental Health | Self | Fiction
Fiction: Women's Fiction
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