Lay your head on my Lap

I was missing Michelle a lot today. 

I thought about her when we went to Chuy’s. The last time I went there, she was with me. She loved Chuy’s. She had so much joy each time she ate there. She would brag to others about the food and how great it was. 

I wanted her with me so we could share our day together. 

Talk about the weather. 

Plan for our next adventure. 

Discuss our next upgrade at the house. 

See about stopping off at the nursery on the way home. 

So much to talk about, she’s not here for me to talk to. 

I want to hold her hand. 

Lay my head on her lap. 

Feel her hand stroke my face. 

I want to feel loved by her again. 

I know she loved me, but does she still. - How is that possible. It isn’t. 

I have what I had up until it was gone. 

I miss her so much. 

I wonder if anyone looks at me and sees the emptiness in my eyes. 

Can they feel the loss in my heart. 

More than likely not