With each day that goes by, I don’t miss you less.   I miss you more.  Scent. Clearing throat. Crooked finger. Huge nose. Monstrous belly. Hearty laugh. Red face. Suspenders. The predictable cadence of your breath. Tissues stuck between shirt buttons. Bloodstone ring. Bluest eyes I’ve ever seen.  I look forward to our Madonna Truth or Daregraveyard moment. Just to be close to you again. As they say, so close, yet so far.