Sometimes

Sometimes I worry that we won't be able to go on without you. Sometimes I worry that I will forget your voice. Your smell. Your words. Sometimes I worry that I didn't hug you enough. Talk to you enough. See you enough. Love you enough. Sometimes I worry that we will let life get too busy. Stop spending time together as a family. Stop needing each other. Stop talking about you. Sometimes I worry that time won't heal. Mostly, I worry that this void, this hole, you have left behind will only get bigger. I still need you. And not just sometimes.