I wore your socks today, the black ones with all of the little toe holes that look so cute, and with my feet in them I think of your tiny feet. Today I forced myself not to think: "she would be married now. She might even be pregnant now. I might be sitting on her bed mending the little tear in the big toe of this sock."
I stopped myself from that line of Thought and just tried to feel you here in the gentle breeze that has come with the rain today, and as I write this the breeze picks up and I feel you more.