Every morning, I will still love him

by Rebecca Pirrie

Every morning

when the sun peeks through the windows

I still hear his breathing

Every morning,

When the birds are chirping,

I still hear him singing

Every morning

When I look in the mirror

I still remember his face

Every morning

When I'm lonely,

I still feel his embrace

Every morning,

When I can't stand up

I still feel him lifting me

Every morning,

When I'm sad

I still see him joking

Every morning,

When I reminisce,

I still miss him

Every morning,

And forever

I will still love him.