two years

I can't believe that it's been two years since you died. Last year I sat and watched the clock at 3am and drank wine and wrote. I think of it as "The Annual Ritual", but really I've only done this for two years now, last year and this one because exactly TWO years ago I was holding your hand while you died. I held onto you until your hand turned cold. I didn't want to let go and I'm sorry that I ever did.