There is a saying: "You hit me like a ton of bricks" but you hit me like a house. You are gone and, god, do I miss you. Somedays are better than others, where you are a memory from a life I used to live. Other days you are gone again and I am reliving the moment I lost you. You are a weight on my heart that stops me dead in my tracks. You come barrelling in like a hurricane when I find a reason to hurt. I love(d) you and now you are gone. Yes, you hut me like a house, crushing me under the wight of devestating loss that pains me to remeber. Then, in one short moment, you fade into a vauge memory. At this time, I find myself wondering when you'll be back. Wiishing for one more moment. Wishing you would crush me under the house you biult everyday you were here. The house is a shrine to you. Memoranda of every moment. A smile, a laugh, a trip of driving hilled roads in the country. The memories fill the house until the weight can't hold. Crushing me under. You hit me like a house of lose filled with a collection of every smile or word you shared. You are gone and still manage to hit me with the reality that I am alone. Yes, you hit me like a house and I can't hold its weight anymore.