I miss your smell and your style 
and your pure abiding way 
Miss your approach to life 
and your body in my bed 
Miss your take on anything 
and the music you would play 
Miss cracking up and wrestling 
our debriefs at end of day 

These are things that I miss 
These are not times for the weak of heart 
These are the days of raw despondence 
I never dreamed I would have to lay down 
my torch for you like this 

I miss your neck and your gait 
and your sharing what you write 
Miss you walking through the front door 
documentaries in your hand 
Miss traveling our traveling 
and your fun and charming friends 
Miss our Big Sur getaways 
and to watch you love my dogs

These are things that I miss
These are not times for the weak of heart
These are the days of raw despondence
I never dreamed I would have to lay down 
my torch for you like this

One step, one prayer
I soldier on
Stimulating, moving on 

I miss your warmth and the thought 
of us bringing up our kids
And the part of you that walks 
with your stick-tied handkerchief

These are things that I miss
These are not times for the weak of heart 
These are the days of raw despondence
I never dreamed I would have to lay down 
my torch for you like this