If we were having coffee you would see the smile on my face as I think about you.
Today the morning sky is bright and blue; yesterday they were filled with grey bleakness. I love days that begin brighter, but I miss you. They show me that each day passes, with a new one taking it place.
This morning I got up, ate breakfast, and went to work. Just another typical Saturday, but without you.
The house is quiet, except for the roaring sound of the furnace as it blows its warmth into the chilly rooms, reminding that you are gone. There is no one else here. I am alone in my thoughts. My memories flash to times that we laughed, cried, fought and loved. I miss you.
I know we’ll see each other soon enough. When you return, and we sit under the stars, I will listen to the wondrous adventures you had while we were apart. In my heart I will wonder have you missed me as much as I have missed you?