(He went to work and I spent the day cleaning and rearranging the apartment - finally passing out amongst the 3 billion books I had arranged alphabetically… )

Falling asleep I start to imagine
The garage apartment and
The couch cushions spread on the floor
You standing over me
Adoring me with your eyes
As mine wake to you
Your face, your smile, your love
And the contradicting words
“You look like ****”

Miss you Andy...
   Miss you like crazy.

Rest in peace my love.