It's been 109 days since I've seen you smiling, laughing, doing your thing. I tell myself that it's 109 days closer to the next time I see you, but the comfort I get is fleeting. I know you're in that perfect place, but I'm selfish and I want you back here. I'm glad you never knew what it was like to have a piece of your heart missing, not coming back. You sneak yourself into my dreams thinking I won't notice but I do. You were never sneaky enough for sista. I love you Brud. I miss you, and I'll be seeing you again.