The house was so empty and still. Cold even. I knew I shouldn't miss her but I did. Even after all this time.
Wounds heal with time they say. It didn't feel like it.
I teased open my wallet and took out an old well-thumbed photograph.
'My love.'
I whispered, a tear coursing down my cheek.
It seemed like only this morning she had left for work.
My thoughts were jarred by keys rattling in the front door. I stood in alarm.
My wife entered the lounge.
'Hi honey. What a day I have had! You miss me?'
I rose, wiping my tear away.
'Yes, my love. More than you could know.'
