I Miss You

I trace the covers over your side of the bed, it's undisturbed. I haven't touched it once.
The smell of you faintly lingers in my nose as I open the closet.
I close it and walk to the side of my bed, where pictures of you are lined in a row.
I pick one up, gingerly tracing the frame as I examine the dusty photo.
A single tear slivers down my cheek and soon becomes a river of flowing, salty, drops.
I sit on the couch and put my arm on your side, where your blanket still lingers.
I begin to sob uncontrollably, why did you have to go and leave me here like this, so harsh and unexpected.
I never expected it to end like that.
That was it, I stand up and walk to my closet and put on a suit and trousers, I grab the wine and two champagne glasses.
As I arrive at your grave, I set the glasses on top of the black stone, and pour the wine it to the glasses.
A cheers, to our love. If only you could hear me now,
I miss you...