Seven hundred and thirty days.
Even longer since the last time I saw you.
You were radiant, as always.
You were smiling, as always.
You were comforting, as always.
You shared, you listened, you hugged me, as always.
We said we'd meet for coffee, as always.
We didn't. As always.
We're all thinking of you today,
as if today is like every other;
but its not.
Today we can't say "last year..."
Today is plural.
Today we are two years closer to seeing you again.
I miss you.
I love you. As always.