Time goes by so slowly without you. Our house is silent yet full of echoes. My existence now a sock with a large hole. It will take me a long time to **** this one.
In your den I have moved most of your things into boxes. Except for your beloved pipe it still carries its aromatic odors.
Today I gave your clothes to goodwill. Except. I have kept your favorite old sweater. In the dark it sleeps by my head. Bringing to me your familiar scent once more. Reaching for you like I always did.
I call our phone again and again. To hear the timbre of your voice. Breathing in every nuance of each syllable. Disturbing your new ghostly life.
It has more meaning than odors. Or letters with faded photographs. For a returning fleeting moment you and I are together once again.
You ask me to leave a message. I whisper I miss you honey