I Still Miss Him

Nope, it shall not be the former husband. Or the turtle I had as a child. Or the cockatiel named Banana. Or the awful boss from 24 years past. Why would I? This time of year, in the youthful days of spring, I miss him the most. I hear the roar of his brethren and sisterhood in the distance and it gives me chills. I know he’s out there somewhere, racing in the wind, guiding a free spirit along blacktopRead more