Lifes Work

I admit it I miss her terribly I miss the thought of her The future we talked about Days after we met We talked about children and raising them Together we were going to be those parents Who did things and never once saw the child as a burden I miss her when I close my eyes at night I miss her in my dreams I miss her before the sun rises and she is not beside me Every morning at six forty five I miss her call At six forty six I miss her lips pressed against mine I feel her next to me all day long I feel her thoughts, thinking about me Every day is the same feelings I tried to hide them Cover them up Burry them But they are there Every day, the same thought The memories of peace and hope Desire closes around me like dirt on the dead When I realize she is Gone