Not happening

This cannot be happening, James.

Oh my God! How can I still be in shock????

It's almost been two months.

I don't know how to do this.

Is there something wrong with me?

How can I be feeling the way that I do?

All I have left is a box with memories.

When I'm my loneliest, I shift through my box.

Read the stack full of cards, the hundreds of letters,

at first I feel better, but by the time I'm done reading,

I need to call you and ask you something or argue with you,

and there's no one, there's no one!!!!

There's no James to call and ask about baseball.

There's no James to call and shoot the bull with.

There's no James to call and just say hello.

You used to send me one word texts, and I'd smile.

I'm still waiting for that CD you said you were making me.

I know you can't come back and I am sad. I am hurt.

Can't this be the one exception where someone comes

back from the dead??? Oh God, listen to me...

I do sound insane...I'm not gonna blog to you for the rest of this

evening....let's see how long I last.

James Shawn Agostini, I miss you....

Forever 'n a Day
~Kamela