Hey you ! out there in the cold
Getting lonely, getting old, can you feel me
Hey you ! Standing in the aisles
With itchy feet and fading smiles, can you feel me
Hey you ! don’t help them to bury the light
Don’t give in without a fight.
Hey you ! out there on your own
sitting naked by the phone would you touch me
Hey you ! with your ear against the wall
Waiting for someone to call out would you touch me
Hey you ! would you help me to carry the stone
Open your heart, I’m coming home
But it was only a fantasy
The wall was too high as you can see
No matter how he tried he could not break free
And the worms ate into his brain.
Hey you ! out there on the road
Always doing what you’re told, can you help me
Hey you ! out there beyond the wall
Breaking bottles in the hall, can you help me
Hey you ! don’t tell me there’s no hope at all
Together we stand, divided we fall.

I’ve been avoiding Pink Floyd for the past few weeks. It makes me think of him immediately. Ironically each time my iPhone plays music, it’s Floyd.  So instead I’ve been listening to audiobooks instead.

Tonight as I’m making beef stew, this is what came up on Pandora.  And I tried not to cry as the memories tackled me.  Sitting in his place, sipping an amazing wine, talking, laughing, touching, kissing, and listening to this song.

I miss it.

I miss him.

I wish I didn’t. I wish I could turn off the feelings I have – the connection I felt.

But so far, I can’t.

All I can do is manage my feelings – cry when I feel it – and distract myself elsewise.