Don't just let that thought simmer. Expunge it with a comment.
I miss her
I can’t take my eyes off this piece of writing every time I see it. There is an honesty and a vulnerability that is hard to explain. You can almost feel the sense of loss. The pain.
It’s frighteningly obvious in the simplicity of the language. You just want to reach out and give this person a hug.
You know my first thought was that it was written by a male. But the more I look at it, the more I think it was painted on by a female. A man would have run at the wall with his car. A man would have tried to swallow up the pain and still go about their day. Pretending nothing was a miss. Except for her.
Women are far better at expressing what they miss most. They’re not afraid to tell the world.
Just like this.
citizenjoe has been around for quite a long time and when I say he has been around, I mean he has been around. He likes writing and enjoys hanging out with this motley bunch of characters.
Lionel Gherkin is a sad sack with good reason, the poor bastard. You can read why in 
Along for the ride is Shelby Wright. Shelby is ahighly respected and well-to-do-man-about-town. He is the group's cultural attache; its conscience but not really its heart. 
And let's not forget Brenda Spoon. The lovely of the group. She a humourous bone that'll grab you like a meat hook and then tenderise like a piece of steak. People tell me she's hilarious; and who knows, one day I may even laugh at them.