I dream of you and when I wake up and you’re not there it’s torture. I watch movies that make me think of you and if you’d like them. I look at the stars and wonder if you’re looking at them too. I see and experience things in life and wish you were with me. I want to be there for your experiences in life, good and bad. When I’m driving by myself I hold my hand out and wish your hand was in it. I can almost feel it at times, like an amputee feels a lost limb, because you were a part of me, mentally and physically. I listen to music that you liked (and I do too) because it makes me feel closer to you again. After a day of work, it is you I wish I was coming home to. It is you I want to make happy, more than anything in the world. I want to be your everything, and be everything you need me to be. But now all those feelings are gone and you’ve moved on and so have I.
You’re more likely to die from obesity than terrorism.
Right in time for prayer
when i pray at home