Every night, I'd cry when he puts me to sleep.
Every night, I'd have him telling me to move on.
Every night, I'd ask if he'll be by my side.
Every night, I'd have him assuring me he'll never leave.
Every night, I'd wish for a different night. Without the tears, only laughter.
And that night, has yet to come.
I miss these boys. I miss the one on the left more. My baby, J.
