I missed your smile and loving touch. I missed your enthusiasm on seeing me everyday. Whether at work or outside, you made me feel like I was the only one. Yours smiles were so contagious.
I loved to cook your favourite dish and smiled quite often, at the appreciation that lit up on your face when you saw it on the table. I loved the silly chatter you had when I felt tired after a long day. It kept me from feeling tired. I miss you everyday.
I miss you when I wake up in the morning… our time together was so precious to me. That special talk we would have before the hustle bustle took over the day. I never thought I could love anyone, the way I loved you.
A trip to the market reminded me of our outings together. You loved the fruits that were sweet and I loved the vegetables that were healthy. True, our twines may never meet… never the less I tried to convert you into a vegetarian and you tried to covert me into a fruitarian…yes, the struggles were endless.
You hated my working hours and I hated your protests. You wanted my attention 24/7; I was exhausted by your constant demand. You could not understand my passion for my career and I could not do enough to show you my love.
My passion, my love, my desire….died the day I saw your tiny coffin.
I missed your smile and loving touch….