When I think of you, what do I miss

To chat, to laugh, to see, to kiss??

In all of this recent emptiness

So many things I cannot list

I miss our banter in the day

The e mails and calls, so much to say

I miss the way you used to look at me

When I wasn’t looking (although I often did see)

I miss the times I would watch you sleep

To hold you close, for me to keep

The way we used to laugh and joke

At TV, work colleagues, scenarios and bespoke

Of dino’s, philosophy, ghosts and space

And walks, swimming, cycling (at a woman’s pace)

The times we used to bath and shower

Arguing over the tap end…I never cowered

The intimacy that we once did share

I even miss my pet name, as you would call me ‘bear’

But most of all I miss being with you

Sharing these things, being one and not two

To have that all back, to once again be by your side

I would do anything I could as part of me has died

I know when I talk this way, you tend to shy away

As the things that you feel do not reflect what I say

I just want you to know that in my own quirky way

I love you and miss every part of you…I hope that’s okay

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