Heather

Heather, I remember when we met.

That year you gave me a summer that I'd never forget.

You bursted through my world and completely tuned it upside down.

My heart just seemed to lift whenever you were around.

Now it's ten years later and one look from you can still put me in a spin.

The mother of my children, my wife, my best friend, my everything.

Today was supposed to be a reminder of what we have.

But instead of rushing home with your everyday flowers, chocolates and a ted.

I'm silently praying by your hospital bed.

Such beauty, even at this stage.

Most women hate it but you say you love middle age.

The only thing that lets me know you're still here is your rasping breath.

How could it be that the reason for my existence might be mere minutes from death.

Tears running down my cheeks as I start to think of our past glee.

And an undertow of pure rage and hatred, for that car you just couldn't see.

Heather, this can't be it you just can't go away.

You have to come back as this can't be our last Valentine's Day.