Friday 11th March
Through the window, looking out to sea,
I imagine you’re sitting here with me.
Our afternoon walk, around the town,
And I try so hard, not to breakdown.
Stopping for a drink at a harbour cafe,
People watching on a bright, sunny day.
Next to me is where you would sit,
At a table by the window, fidgeting a bit.
Coffee for us, and lemonade for you,
Perhaps a biscuit, or a brownie, too.
Just thinking about you, constantly,
As if time had stood still, unbelievably.
Almost a whole year has passed us by,
Shaking my head, I try hard not to cry.
I love you as much now, as I did then,
Time changes nothing, still heartbroken.
Miss you so much sweetie.
Love you my Angel.