He knows the sadness in my eyes, he knows the way I break, the way I bend, the way I change. He knows that I want to hide in my bedroom slipped between blush linen sheets, not speaking, naked and warm laying still. Maybe if I lay there long enough I might disappear? He knows that in the next moment I want to run, far, far away, where I am a stranger, no one knows my name, no one knows my story....Oh how I want to run. He sees the . . .
I'm sorry that today I can't smile. I can't smile when I hear your name. I can't smile when I see your photos. You see, today you would have been 19! I'm sorry I can't say Happy Birthday. That I can't watch you grow into the wonderful man I am sure you would have been. I'm sorry I yelled a little too much and hugged little too often. They say we know the depth of love we felt, by the pain we feel when our loved ones are . . .