He should be here.

Where is he?

Is he ok?

Is he alive?

Has he decided not to talk, not to write, not to exist to me?

Does he even remember me, has he forgotten me already?

Is he dead in a ditch?

Is he sick?

Is he asleep?

*sighs*

I promise, after today... there will be no more entries like this. He will have his own life and I'll let him live it as he wants. Allow me this one last chance to worry and feel ok about it.

I do worry about him.

"'Cause I've been feeling / uninspired / battered and... / broken, tired..."

I am worried about him.

He should be here.

He's not here yet... gods, where is he. I hope he's ok... I hope he's well... I hope he comes back...

"Took a drive up the coast for the first time..."

Does he miss me?

Does he still need me?

Is he afraid?

Is he hurting?

Is he happy?

Is he THERE?

Where is he?

He should be here...

...he should be HERE, not merely online here, but here in my arms, at my feet, beside me, curled up nearby, close enough to touch, to hear... he should be here.

I miss my boy, Daya, please bring him back to me, keep him happy, keep him well...

...he should be here...

...where is he?