A Year

A year ago, I got one of the hardest phone call I've ever received.  The only one that rivals it is the phone call I got from my mom about my RowRow.  Which is ironic because this phone call was from my mom as well.  It was awful.  I fell apart and I didn't know how to fix it.  One of my best friends was gone.  Gone and he would never ever come back.  And now it's been a year.  365 days. I still think about him every single day.  He flits across my thoughts with the whims and the fancies of a fairy, and sometime it's just a touch.  Sometimes I think of him so hard I reach for the phone to call him.  And I know he's not there.  I don't know if I'll ever find someone to take his place.  In 365 days I haven't. I miss you and I love you my Toto.  I'm dressed up today, just like you liked me to be.  I'm waiting for you to show up in your swanky suit and take me dancing.  I guess I'll whirl by myself today.