Thought.is

But when it’s quiet, when there is deafening silence, when it’s dark outside and I turn your lamp on. You come back. When I cut up food with the kitchen knife set from your sister, you come back. When I turn on Phoebe’s night light and see your dream catcher hanging there, you come back.

I realize that although you are no longer here, I’m grateful for all that I’ve learned and everything you’ve taught me about myself.