7 months

 It's been 7 months since the morning you didn't wake up.

7 months of no silly jokes.

7 months of quiet at night.

7 months of sleeping alone.

7 months of no "what should we have for dinner?"

I miss the things that were so stupid, like yelling "good one" when someone passes gas.

I miss you making me laugh until I cried.

I miss your back scratches.

I miss your warmth.

I miss fishing with you.

I miss your flower garden.

I miss you.