It Feels Like… 

It feels like those thirty seconds when you can’t find your keys at the bottom of your purse and you think that they're gone.

It feels like the anticipating passage of time when you awake to look at your clock and it’s five minutes before your alarm is supposed to go off.

It feels like going to sleep on the night of your birthday, knowing you have a whole other year to wait.

It feels like a well that makes no splash when you drop in a pebble.

It feels like toast without butter.

It feels like cake without the icing.

It feels like shoes without laces.

It feels like inside out socks.

It feels like sand in your Crocks.

It just doesn’t feel right when you’re gone!

Sally