Sometimes when I lay in bed quietly whilst the others are asleep, I can hear you.
I feel your presence beside my bed where you used to lay your beautiful head.
I feel your breath upon my face and your eyes looking deep into my soul.
I reach out to touch you as I did so many times, to reassure you and to reassure me.
Of course I cannot feel you but I stroke you anyway.
Your body has been gone many years but you haven’t gone away.
I know you are there because I can hear you, I can see you.
You only leave when I feel the tears and I fall asleep but I can still see you.
Thank you for waiting for me – I love you.