WASN’T IN PRINT

© RYAN GUILEY

One step, to another step,

As the memories are kept,

In a box, filled with love notes,

As I have one that you wrote.

 

Each letter would be so romantic

Burning candles from the wick,

Marked with hugs and lovely kisses,

As I got them all, as it never misses.

 

Even though it wasn’t in print,

I realized and received the hint,

Like being my alarm clock,

Picking out my suit with nice socks.

 

Making eggs, bacon and French toast,

Finding my car keys, what I admire the most,

Telling me to have a fantastic day,

As I tried to bring home a decent pay.

 

Finding a folded napkin in my lunch,

As it said that you love me a whole bunch,

Then, to hear you call on my break,

Reminding me to take out my dinner plate.

 

 After your shift, the front door open,

Just pure beauty, I admired and hoping,

To see you smile and give you a kiss,

Telling me about your day with a long list.

 

The kitchen was never a mess,

You were always at your best,

Finding the remote control,

As I never needed to be told.

 

That deeply that you cared,

Picking toys up from the stairs,

You always express so much,

I just miss you and our kids touch.

Love Ryan XOXO