It's one hour before sun shine, the streets are empty, like my life without you. I’m driving back home alone near to the area we used walk in. You always used to tell me how you enjoy my driving in the winter nights, closing the windows, talking, laughing, and listening to your favorite music, cleaning the vapor from our breaths that cover all the inner glass of the car with your hands.
How can I live without you? How can I spend my day? I miss your wake-up call every morning, the small window on my laptop when you sign in to msn while I’m drinking my morning coffee at office. I just figured out that we didn't use to chat a lot, but seeing you online and available was enough to make me feel warm.
My phone misses your name appearing on its screen, calling me for dining or for a walk by the sea, especially at the evenings after I finish work. It was always your call that notifies me that I’m working off the working hours and I have to leave the office to catch diner. I miss your cheerful face in the evenings after a long day at work I miss my meal with you, the juice I used to drink and the food I used to eat all is tasteless; it was your hands that give them flavor. What Am I going to do next Saturday? Remember, we used to finish work, go for a movie then have our movie discussion over supper, then walk in the fresh air by the sea. Even in winter we used to enjoy walking in the cold air and the rainy weather. It was your touch that provides energy to my body; your eyes encourage me to success at work. My life without you is nothing but ink on calendar hanged on the wall. It is your hug that warmth my body, your simple words that feed my mind and soul.
P.S. I will pick you up from the airport next Tuesday.
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