Sometimes.......

I tell myself that things are getting better and life is  moving on. I tell myself all the right things.things we all tell each and lies we tell ourselves  so that e can keep moving forward in this life. I tell myself these things so that I can make it  with out my BRU..but sometimes..sometimes

Some times ...
I regress and lay in bed and just cry... even though Brutus' sister has now taken his spot in my bed everynight I still wake up and think I smell him and am reaching for him.  In the wee hours of the morning is when I become the most meloncohly .

Some times....
 the meloncholy comes over me when I am in the car driving my one hour drive from home and the radio starts playing a certain song... the tears flow like rain.   ......