Days like this intoxicate me with your memory.
Our conversation dissipates as you dip in and out of sleep. It seems as though the doctor's prescription of two a day didn't suffice for your addictive personality. But still, I sit. Recognizing that your spirit coupled with your physical beauty was a blessing for my family and I. I used to wonder what I'd do if ever I were without you, and the answer still isn't clear.