Joanna,
It's been too long. I can't look at the piano. I can't touch your side of the bed. I can't move through the hallway without my stomach tying in knots and my breathing becoming uneven. It was always your hallway. You'd dance in that hallway, no matter what song. You were so graceful. I still see ghosts of you, twirling along the floor and collapsing onto the sofa, shaking with laughter, smiling like you were the happiest woman alive. You were the happiest woman alive. You had enough happiness for the two of us. I need you back. Our-my house isn't as light without you. It's dark corners and grey rooms that threaten to swallow me up at any minute. Please, come home.
Adrian
