Gentle breeze

The days aren’t so bad, but the nights can be quite lonely. It wasn’t always this way when she was here. There was laughter and funny moments that left smiles on both our faces. Those were simple times when a seat on the front porch steps watching a sunset meant more to me than just about anything. She would sit so close to me it felt like we were joined at the hip. We didn’t speak much during those times on the steps, but words weren’t needed because our thoughts were the same. Her head rested on my shoulder, and with each gentle breeze, her favorite perfume filled me with love for her so deep it often hurt. Now I sit on those steps with a small empty space next to me where she once sat, her head on my shoulder and me hoping for a gentle breeze.

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