If I could relive them moments
I’d grasp them, grasp you with both hands.
Memorise you down to your blinks,
Your breaths between sentences.
Instead I whisper ‘good morning’ to your picture
Torture my memory trying to recall your voice,
Hold your possessions hoping to feel your warmth.
An empty chair at the table
An empty space in my heart,
A space that can only be taken up by you.
I miss you more with every second on a clock, every day that passes, every single beat of my heart.
I will so, eternally
-JF-


















