It's the second day without.
My eyes mist up every now and then.
My heart squeezes itself when I think of you...
but I am better... a little.
Someone else has a broken heart today...
I hope their hearts have a chance to heal.
At times I wish ours would heal...
I am still missing you.
Thanks for the messages of hope received,
for emails that make me smile
the donuts, tarts and fruit.
Thanks for meeting up with me and calling me
to make sure I am ok.