Do you remember honey?
All the happy times we had
The plans that we made.
Retirement was to be our time.

Now I am so alone
Our little house reverberates
With your echoes.

I finally sent your dresses
To the goodwill.
I was storing them like a hoarder.

I still kept your favorite sweater
I sleep with it by my head.
When missing you
is just too hard for me bear
I bury my face in it to
capture the last fading scent
of your perfume.

I have left your open book
and your glasses
beside your chair.
As always

Its time for our nightly call.
I pick up our telephone..
And dial our own number.
You answer me as usual

The timbre of your voice
Reaches into my heart.
I know every
syllable and nuance
of your words.
But it's better than faded
photographs and letters.

You tell me
to leave a message.
I say softly
I miss you
so much my love.
So very much.