Missing You

Another day, more tears. 

I am alone and missing you.

I miss your smile.

I miss the comfort of your arms.

I miss the sound of your voice.

I find myself talking to you while watching TV.

I miss your teasing.

I miss your gentleness.

When I go anywhere, I talk to you in the car.

I talk to you at the stores.

I talk to you as I plant flowers.

I shake when it thunders.  You knew my fear of it and would always keep my mind occupied when storms came or sometimes we would just sit by each other touching, which gave me comfort through the thunder. 

I miss our conversations.

I miss your strength.

I miss watching you get people to open up.  You were one of those people who never met a stranger.  People opened up to you. 

More than anything, I miss you.

 

 

 

 

 

About the Author
I was very happily married to Ray for 36 1/2 years. We have been together for over 38 years. I thank God everyday for bringing Ray into my life. Ray was my first and only love and I miss him more than life itself. I used to write short stories & poetry as a way to help in my recovery from my childhood. I journal quite a bit. Writing is a release for me and helps me to cleanse my soul.
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