March

After two months of you being gone...

I noticed the grass is starting to turn green.

You show up in my dreams almost every night.

I'm ok with getting rid of your underwear

But your shirts are all still sitting here.

I'm ok by myself but I am lonely

Does that make sense?

I've filed this years income taxes. 

When I am the only one home

I want to call out your name

Just to hear  myself say it out loud

But I don't cuz I'd feel embarrassed.

The camper sits idle in the driveway

And I think I need to sell it

The dream of us traveling in it after retirement

Is no longer a reality for me alone.

The dog doesn't wait for you to come home anymore

And she now hogs your side of the bed.

I've taken to drinking wine every night

It helps me sleep but I feel crappy the next day.

No one touches me like you used to

And it's driving me mad.

I miss you.