I Miss My Son

Joey fired us.

Tomorrow marks two weeks since that was official.

I love my son.
I miss my son.

Maybe this was all a mistake.
I have no idea.

Perhaps that's the beginning of Faith.
If so, faith is painful as Hell.
And lonely.

So fine, and sunny, and smiling, and empty.

It's said that God breaks us, so he might rebuild us.
I'm a thousand pieces flying in close formation.

What does He make of that?
We'll see.

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