Forever My Wife

I still roll over in bed at night expecting to hear her snoring. I still awake before sunrise and to no one whisper, “Good morning”. I still get dressed in the dark, so the light will not disturb her, And tiptoe out of the room stealing a glance over my shoulder. I still set two breakfast plates and pull out her kitchen chair And still fix eggs for her before remembering she’s not there. I still leave the Funnies page, when I take the paper And still expect the Crosswords done when I return much later. I still call out, “Honey, I’m home”, when walking in the door, But I don’t hear, “I'm back here”, returned to me any more. I still pour two cups of wine in our favorite glasses, But both of them I end up drinking before the night time passes. It hardly seems like ten years ago that I lost my darling wife, She shared and was a part of me for thirty years of my life, But it still seems as if she’s here in my empty home, Although in every one of my rooms I find that I’m alone. Some day she will come back to me, Or I will go be with her, And continue what was meant to be, For always and ever.