Everyday

Everyday, I wake up alone and cold in my apartment, my face wet with the tears I shed in my sleep from a dream that echoes from my memories.

Every day I drink my coffee and look at the photo of two smiling faces and the one that just stares into the camera. The only one who seems to be truly showing their emotions…

Everyday I make my rounds at the hospital, treating the wounded and putting sheets over those who were too badly wounded. Looking for a familiar pair of dark blue eyes, and hoping I don't see them.

Everyday I smile and enjoy my friends company in the familiar, opened area of the ramen stand…though all too aware of the empty stool next to me.

Everyday I sit on this bench where things ended then began. I stare up at the sky wishing that I had grown up a little quicker, a little sooner…wishing that I had looked into those eyes, been quiet, and listened as I do now to the rustling leaves and soft breeze...today…

…and everyday.