Feeling so lost right now. Disoriented. Disconnected. I keep checking my phone out of habit to see if you’ve texted. Checking Facebook to see if you’ve updated or sent a DM. How am I supposed to move forward now? From this? I have this gaping aperture in my heart … you’re still there, but just knowing that you’re no longer occupying this plane of existence pains me. Why did you have to leave so soon? My chest hurts, my eyes Hurt, my head hurts, my heart hurts. I’d give anything to be able to hear your laugh again, see your smile, hug your neck. Dammit Reggie, I thought we had more time. I was wrong. I’m sorry. I love you. I miss you.

RIP Reginald D Swain
4/10/1971-7/27/2018