Wearing the Missing You Blues

O Solo Meow

Sometimes it still comes over me like a sun woven robe--the missing you blues.  You know who you are.

Next week on the eleventh it will have been ten full months since our last hug.

My heart is singing sad songs.

But at least it is singing since even sad songs are music and music can mold as well as express emotion.  The other songs are just waiting in the atrium.