It has been five months. A moment and a lifetime twisted into one. Her smell is fading from her clothes and pillows, instead scented by my tears and perfume. Her BaaBaa is mangled by my tight grip on him throughout the night. I miss her most at night when I pass her bedroom door.
She is reminding me that she is still with me. There will be moments when I cry out to her and her wind chimes sing. I feel her spirit, but oh how I long to feel her hand in mine.