at 1:30. Couldn’t figure out why for a few moments. And then I did.
Two years ago you left me. I still feel the sting of the words of the paramedic. I remember when it was all over and I was alone; without you – for the first time in 45 years. Still is surreal and I wonder if it will ever be not so.
Every morning I reach over to feel your touch and every morning, I cannot. Every day I remember your voice. And every night I await your “I love you”, and it never comes.
I have no more words to describe the feelings every morning and every night. I feel like I have used every possible adjective there is and I have no more.
So, now I face the beginning of the third year by putting one foot in front of the other. I don’t like it.
but, this is my life now.