Every Monday

I can’t sleep.

Every Monday haunts me.

Every Monday signifies another week away from your corporeal self.

Every Monday at 09:37 AM CST, I break down because that is when I got the message that you were gone.

Every Monday I don’t want to function anymore.

Every Monday means that I have to continue to face this reality.

Every Monday I die a little without your physical existence here.

Every Monday I play out every scenario that I should have done differently in the last two years when we started toward the on again path.

Every Monday I dread.

It has been four weeks. This isn’t getting any easier.