The little things..............
It’s the little things that I miss the most. Waking up and reaching over to rub you on the back, snuggling just to be close not to initiate sex. The quirk of your eyebrow at something funny or your shit-eating grin when you have bought something we could not afford. I guess this is why I have kept your picture turned around to the wall for the past few months. I am so angry that you are gone. I miss your smell. I miss nuzzling your chest. I miss your touch and comfort when things were sucky. Sometimes I forget about the good times and only remember the painful stuff. This morning I woke up remembering the sweet things. The things that can still break my heart. I miss watching you playing and singing with a band. I miss our eyes meeting and knowing that you are telling me you love me across the room. Your kisses. Would I sell my soul for just one more? I miss the talks and debates on politics and religion. Even when you were wrong and I was right! I miss picking up the phone to hear you say ‘Hi there’. I miss your humor and silliness. I guess I just miss all of you.