Lost in Time

I am circling back now, almost two weeks later, since I didn't post this on your actual birthday (though it will look like it when I look back). The feeling of incompleteness sat with me like an empty ache and I wanted to stick to my tradition. 

I miss you in the mundane moments of daily life, though you never really were too involved in those moments the older I got. I am entrenched in the days, unloading the dishwasher and tightening the mittens on small hands. I am wearing comfy clothes and standing in my house looking wearily around. Here you are, still young; about to have a cigarette and looking weary and hopeful all at the same time. I miss you still.