Thinking

I walked this morning early.  I didn't see you but saw your truck in its usual place on the curb.

I don't suppose you will ever wave to me again or acknowledge my presence.  That is probably for the best.  I wish I could have you wave to me. I wish I could see you every day.

When I'm not here anymore, you won't even notice my absence. When you are gone, my heart feels broken.