Losing you was my biggest mistake

The birds have flown away, the grief has passed, the days have become cold again, and I no longer remember your charming face and the aroma of raspberry perfume, but I miss it so much. Every night your voice echoes somewhere from within, again and again tearing my heart into millions of caresses, and tears appear in my tired eyes, slowly flowing like a salty stream down my cheeks cracked from the cold. I miss your warm hugs and kind eyes so much.

I miss your ringing laughter. I miss our nightly gatherings and dreams that, it seems, can never come true.

                                                                                            -With love, your M