I miss when he holds me tight
hugs in the middle of the night
making up after a fight
when he says “It will be alright”
when he tells me i am beautiful
that my skin is so soft
the ping on my phone
A text to say “on my way home”
the sound of his key in the door
the love of my life walking mud on the floor
the leap inside at the sound of his voice
his company of familiar noise
the smile in his eyes as he sees my face
the silly big wave
that makes me giggle
as the man in the middle
feels out of place
he makes a good cup of tea
my husband
a unique brand
my right hand
Reverend Grey 