A poem I wrote for you ❤️ The day you left this earth Part of me went with you. I do not think I will find her again This is something I know to be true. To live with part of me missing is quite a scary thought, Because that part was important you see, Without it I fall short. Of the ability to be happy, to laugh without a care, Because I am always consumed with the harrowing reality that you're not actually there. To send me good morning texts and wish me to have a good day Always letting me know you care, in every shape, every form, every way. And that's the thing really, Never did a day go by That you did not tell me you love me And so for that I cry, For the life we lived, the life we dreamed and the one we were meant to have If I'd known what I know now I really would go back, To a random Sunday morning That seemed insignificant at the time I'd hold you just a little more tightly Study your face, each freckle, each line. I'd kiss you a little longer So long it would last forever Still, even if I had just one day back I know this pain would not get better. Because I'd always long for another Sunday morning Another car drive or shopping trip I know I will miss you forever And that's just the way of it. But I know that missing you means that you're still with me in some incomprehensible way Missing you means that your spirit and soul remains in my thoughts Every second, every minute, every day. And so in that I'll find comfort That you're not really gone Although you're not physically here In me, you will live on.