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Click hereThat just about every single day, you cross my mind?
Whenever I drive by our old neighborhood, I think of the time we spent there.
I look up at the windows of the apartment you once lived in and remember that place as one of the first times we made love.
Every once and awhile, I sit in our park and reminisce of happier times when we were there, ‘together’.
No one has ever made me feel as wanted and loved as you once did
I glance at all the flowers that bloom every spring and remember the many times we went to the nursery and shopped for your garden.
When I close my eyes, I can see your face, smiling, whenever I came into view.
I remember how it felt to be alone with you in the dark.
The taste of your lips on mine is something I can never forget.
Your scent still lingers in my mind as I breathe, deeply.
My heart skips a beat whenever I see a photo you are in.
Your name has special meaning whenever I hear it, as it echoes in my ears.
Deep conversations we once had still live in my memories.
Sharing a meal or having a drink with anyone other than with you doesn’t compare.
Sitting on the beach has never been the same without you there in your chair, next to me.
Many mornings I wake up wanting to hold you in my arms, sharing my bed with only you.
Long meaningful walks and quiet times are now a thing of the past.
Holidays and birthdays seem to have little meaning since you are not in my life to share them with.
Remnants of places we visited are now in a box, tucked away in a drawer.
A special song comes on the radio and it transports me to a time when we enjoyed just driving and listening.
I was just wondering, did you know?
Surely she knows or knew; the taste of her lips answers that question. Beautiful reflection; even better as poignant reminiscence.