Monday Mornings without my Helen

On Monday mornings, I sit in the car,
And remember just how lovely you are.
I turn to look at the empty seat,
And picture you there with your smile so sweet.

I drive along the dark A2,
But this time alone - I really miss you.
I glance at the restaurant we ate at one night
And smile at the memory as my stomach turns tight.

I picture you there sat next to me,
Like you were yesterday with a smile of great glee.
I miss your voice as I drive along,
Singing along to your favourite song.

I think about all those cute little things,
Such joy and contentment your smile always brings.
Your cheeks light up and your eyes turn warm,
Producing inside me an emotional storm.

As my fondness of you is constantly built,
I slowly feel a tremendous guilt.
I constantly worry about letting you down,
Which is why I'm often playing the clown.

My love for you is so incredibly strong,
That I'm scared in case I get anything wrong.
You're joy is important because you're the best,
Just hugging you tight makes me feel greatly blessed.

You deserve perfection and I feel very scared,
As I worry I'll hurt you when your feeling are bared.
All in all, I'm immensely lucky,
To be with you - warm, kind and plucky.

I know for sure that I've fallen in love,
As I feel distraught when it's you I'm deprived of.
All that matters is your happiness,
And I promise I'll strive to achieve nothing less.


Ryan