Missing You

Evolving, ever changing, my life becomes my own, the we, is now just me, and I am so alone. We were just getting to the good parts, why did it have to take my heart? As I meander on this path of grief, there are days, that lack clear relief. Those days I focus within, instead of without, I will prevail for that there is no doubt. The days that I ponder you and read your words, It’s almost like you can be heard. The zing of your witty remarks, Or the times walking in the park. Your favorite flower was a rose, I used to buy you many of those. Just to see the smile they would bear, Now I just wish that you were here.