I could still hear it:
The way his voice
Softly graced the air.
And his strumming
Imitating the way he was
When he touched my hair.

It was weird.

Because years has passed.
Flowers now rained upon his feet,
And letters planted above his head.
His brown eyes stayed hooded
And his lips were caught in a straight,
Lip tight smile.

It was weird.

Because now I see my kids running around,
Another touching me the way he did.
A beautiful house was my dream and I finally had it.

It was weird.

Because now I stand above your grave,
My heart still aching for your touch and love.
He could never give what you gave to me;
Unending happiness
and
Unconditional Love

I miss you, my love.
Until we meet again,
soon I  hope.