This poem is inspired by a poem in one of Bryon’s favorite movies.
I miss that you didn’t take life too seriously,
that you just didn’t care.
I miss arguing with you about stupid stuff,
like the length of your hair,
I miss being annoyed by all the sports on TV,
I miss our conversations,
even the ones about poop and pee,
I miss that you planned our vacations,
though you always gave me a say,
I miss that you kept me safe,
and always assured me that everything would be okay,
I miss that you would always make me laugh,
whenever I was mad,
I miss that our daughter will never know her Dad,
I miss that you would always steal my pillow,
I miss that you are not here and I am all alone.
I wish you were here,
so I didn’t have to be a fucking widow.