a thousand ways i miss you.
you were always there for me as i was always there for you.
i was your shadow; always gazing at you because i found you so handsome.
i adored your stories and hung on your every word.
you asked for absolution for your years of service, and i told you
you were my hero.
you still are.
a thousand ways i miss you.
your back hurt and i gave you gentle massages, and i felt needed.
your feet hurt and i caressed them, and i could see you relax.
your body hurt and i rubbed the tension away so you could sleep.
i took care of you mentally, physically, and spiritually,
and then i lost you.
and i worry that you are safe and happy, and waiting.
a thousand ways i miss you.
you died and left me here to spend evenings in silence,
mornings wistfully, and long days knowing i can't tell you about them.
you passed away but not gently. i could not save you. no one could.
you expired and there was nothing i could do but let you go.
a thousand ways i miss you,
and one question i ask myself,
but not out loud.
i wonder if you're accepting your death better than i am.
2 comments:
I wonder--would life be easier now if we had never known this kind of love?
i think we are so very lucky to have known a love that the loss of their physical bodies has made us so very miserable. "rather to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all." what would i fill my lonely times with without memories of him?
i wish you peace.
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