Every time I wake up,
all I see is an empty spot.
The spot where you would lay every morning.
The spot that was always warm when you got up
to use the bathroom.
And all I can do is stare.
Stare at that spot for hours.
But then I can't.
Because every time I sit and stare, your dead body tortures my mind.
The body I used to worship every night.
The body I used to smother with kisses.
The body I used to hold while we slept.
The body I could recognize within a crowd of people.
Your body.
I just wish I was there, I wish we didn't drive separate cars that day.
But I had to get that ring.
I couldn't just wait another day, and that is the
reason I'm not looking at you get ready for work.
It's my fault you aren't here.
We had no chance to marry.
We had no chance to have our honeymoon.
We had no chance to have little ones of our own, and for that I am so sorry my love..
I messed up and you suffered the consequences.
I hope you know I love you.
I hope you know how sorry I am.
And I hope one day you can forgive me.
Until we meet again my love,
Yours truly,
-The one who will always love you..
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PoetryIt's kinda sad but, it was on my mind. And btw if you're wondering, this dabbles between a "you" and "her" and "she" type pov Also, this is somewhat of a letter, like he wrote this letter abt the love of his life that died, but honestly, it could be...
