Learning To Breathe
Without you by my side.
I miss your voice, your laugh.
I miss waking up next to you.
I miss having our first cup of coffee and cigarette,
as we would watch the sun rise.
I miss being spoiled.
I’m tired of having to be strong.
I wish I had taken more pictures.
Of you, of us.
Of all the little things that nobody thinks of.
Rogers
2025/10/26 Edited to
