A Letter for Her

It’s been cold without you, Lady.

You’re still the sunshine in my life,

but Winters come,

and only a few rays peak through the clouds.

It’s easier if I don’t think about you,

but I can’t help it.

It’s not my fault,

says my drunk self on Christmas Eve.

We still laugh together,

not like we used to though,

without a care in the world

or wondering if this is the last time

we’ll get to hold each other.

I miss you.

I hope you miss me too,

and if not that’s okay.

I don’t blame you.

#poetry