Robbed

It has been long,

I wish for your voice once more.

I   write this letter to tell that;

Sometimes the sun does shine,

But things will never be the same.

I am still keeping your favorite suit,

Hoping  that  one day  you  will  come  to  wear  it ,

To show me how well it fits you.

I am still keeping your black shoes,

Hoping  that  one  day  you  will  come  to  wear  them  on ,

for  that  journey  we  had  planned  that  day .

I am safe keeping your favorite novel.

I   read it always,

And every day it is a fresh story.

I  always  read  those  letters  you  used  to  send  me .

They hold a lot of memories and secrets.

You were such a naughty young man!

Every  night  I  hold  your  pictures  before  I  go  to  sleep .

I  smile  and  hope  that  you  will  smile  back .

With  a  fake  smile  I  gaze  at  your  empty  seat .

I try to appreciate each new day.

But things are not the same anymore.

Everything pleasant I want to share it with you.

Everything good makes fonder. 

Do you still remember that snake trail,

we used to amble secretly together?

It has not been used   for years,

And is now hidden in tall grass.

That tree which covered us when we sang together,

 died last year.

I  have  now  figured  out  the  right  tune  to  that  song ,

we composed together.

But  will  you  be  able  to  hear  how  well  it  sounds  now ?

I try to sing it alone,

but it fails to burn.

Sometimes it does sound good,

but I end up crying.

I  wish  you  were  here  to  hear  me  sing  well .

Yesterday I saw your friends.

They caught a big fish together,

They were all thrilled.

Peter is now able to swim.

Sam is building a new house.

By  the  way  ,  they  told  me  that  your  team  won .

They   were happy for you.

I wish you were here with them,

Boasting about how strong our love is.

Do you still remember our neighbors, Mary and John?

They did wed last month.

I couldn`t hold back my tears,

when they made their vows.

I  was  hurt  when  the  bridegroom  kissed  the  bride .

I remembered our own wedding,

Our own true vows,

That passionate kiss in front of our parents.

But now who will touch my lips?

A  lot  has  changed  on  this  side  since  you  left .

New things were born.

It is now beautiful.

I try to smile but   it`s hard.

I no   longer watch the setting sun,

Because it refused to carry me were you are.

I no longer gaze the moon,

Because it has never told me were you are,

and how well you are coping. 

I never talk to the stars,

Because  they  refused  to  bring  you  back  to  me .

Yesterday I was preparing dinner,

I did forget of   your absence.

I  did  light  candles  and  placed  two  dinner  plates . 

I always prepare your favorite meal,

Hoping  that  it  will  lure  you  back  to  me .

Today  in  the  morning  I  called  your  name  merrily ,

when  I  heard  the  morning  bird  sing .  

Oh it was such a melody!

I wanted you to   hear it also.

But latter I realized that you couldn`t.

I just wished you could.

You know what?

Today I am wearing your favorite pink dress.

I  wish  you  were  here  to  tell  me  how  beautiful  I  am  in  it .

I  know  you  always  loved  me  to  wear  it ,

 That is why I did so today.

Remember;

Tomorrow is our wedding anniversary.

I am holding our wedding photos right now.

Your mother passed by.

She tries very hard to be strong,

but her eyes are always wet.

Even  though  she  told  me  never  to  cry  but  to  remain  strong ,

She has never been the same since you left.

Last night I had a terrible dream.

I wanted something to hold to.

I  ended  up  holding  dearly  to  my  pillow .

I wish you were......., you know,

Someone to hold, 

Someone to calm me down,

Someone just beside me.

Your son is right here.

He said I should tell you that,

He loves you and he misses you.

I  wish  you   were  here  to  see  how  well  he  is  growing ,

He would have made you proud.

He is now a big boy.

Every night I tell him our story.

I always comfort him that one day,

we will be a family once again.

He is such a marvel to watch.

He makes me smile,

But I end up crying. 

Everything about him resembles you.

Every day I am with him,

he makes me remember you.

I sob,

I whisper; 

"Death is not fair my love.

arti do not know?

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