my dear joanna

We continue to laugh and make jokes over dinner.
My eyes are watery from the laughter. 
Then I look at her, sulking. 
Sulking over the fact that he is not with us.
That is where her happiness lies. 
She is physically present, but mentally absent.
Friends don't matter.
Family doesn't matter.
All that matters is him.
And my heart cries out of her.
Because that much dependence only leads to heartbreak.