Wednesday 9th November
   

Waking up every morning

To the fact that you’re not here

Every. Single. Morning.

The pain will never disappear.

  

Nothing will ever change

You’re just not coming back

Every. Single. Morning.

Emptiness is my soundtrack.

  

I love you so very much

At your photograph I smile 

Every. Single. Morning.

Stopping to reflect awhile.

  

I wonder over the unsaid words 

What you might have become

Every. Single. Morning.

I miss you, my darling son.

  

xxxxxx