The Pineapple Spoon Rest

Sitting in my underwear, drinking gin, listening to sad-dish songs, roasting cauliflower, making dinner, and missing you more than I ever thought was humanly possible.

This is how it is, all the time.  The mundane coupled with this intense longing to hear you laugh again, feel badly about missing your call from jail, to know you are two state lines away, to know that another letter will arrive in the mail aching for some Jersey pie.

You are with me always, and I am forever changed.