When do I miss you the most?
When everything has gone wrong
and there's no one to tell
just how awful my day went
and to sympathize with me
and soothe me,
knowing all along
that I didn't have to deal with the washing machine flooding the kitchen -
or the t.v. going out in the middle of my favorite soap -
or the kids upstairs in 24-G ringing the bell and running.
I didn't have to worry about the cats Mrs. McLemore refuses to get rid of -
but won't keep inside -
and apparently never feeds.
When it rains at night and there's just a little nip in the air -
and you're not there to curl up beside me -
with your head nestled into my shoulder.
I miss you often....
...but not as often as I used to.
