Lost Lover

He is never going to kiss me again and he's never going to hold me again.  He isn't going to change the channel from TLC to ESPN anymore and I will never find his dirty socks on the bathroom floor.  He isn't going to make fun of my rotten cooking or tell me I'm beautiful when I take off my makeup before bed.  

I miss finding his dirty socks on the floor.  I miss having to fight for blankets in the middle of the night because he's a blanket hog.  I miss waking up to him in the morning and falling asleep in his arms every night.  I miss creeping out of bed to brush my teeth so he can't smell my morning breath and I miss feeling safe when I go to sleep.  So I will sleep on the couch because that is our bed in there.  That is our bed and he is gone.  And it is cold, and it is empty, and it is not mine.