The first time Jane picked up a flower was to place it on
your coffin
and that really hurt.
You'll miss so many firsts......
She'll never know your face outside the glossy photographs,
see your kind sky blue eyes and know that you're listening to her.
She’ll never feel your warm embrace, the one that's sheltered me for years and know that you’re
protecting her.
She’ll never taste your famous jalapeno chocolate chip cookies and whine about how they burnt her tongue while you stupidly grin.
You’ll never teach her to read or write or ride a bike or drive or carve or sculpt or……..
She'll never really know you
but,
she will know your photos, and know your smile from the stupid home video we made when we moved in together.
She’ll know the man you became,
the man I loved;
and every night i'll give her two kisses: a kiss from me and a kiss from you
and she’ll know your love
because
a piece of you will always live
in
me.
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