Incomplete

This poem is to my ex-husband and how I felt when he left.

You’re the thought that starts each day

You’re the thought that end my day as well

Every time I hear your name

I seem to be in a different place

A place of love and passion

A place of joy and happiness

Not a day goes by that I don’t

Think of you and our special place.

As the days pass me by

Little things make me think of you

You seem to be in everything

I see and do

I pretend I don’t love you

I pretend I don’t care

But I only know the truth

And it in the place we share.

Not a day goes by that

Your face I don’t see

Not a day goes by that

I don’t long to hear your voice

Not a day goes by that

I don’t miss your loving embrace

Not a day goes by that

My life seem to be incomplete with you.