An empty bed used to be reassuring,
Because I knew he was up and working.
A whiff of perfume used to bring relief,
Because I knew he was ready to start the day.
A switched-on light, the thud of shoes,
The jingle of keys, the creak of the door, a morning message,
The soft strum of a guitar,
Or the murmur of a song—
Little things? Simple things? No, not for me.
They were the big things. Important things.
For all those years—
Why? Because they told me he was there.
And now? There is a presence—
Unseen, unheard, yet felt to the core.
Something that tells. Something that speaks.
Something that whispers, sings, and guides.
Why?
Because he is still here—
There.
Everywhere.
That is why my words I still share,
For I know he reads them all, somewhere.
~R✨