I want to wake up every morning and see you beside me.
I want to plant a kiss on your brow and watch as you crinkle your face up and open your beautiful golden brown eyes.
I want to sit at breakfast with you and watch as you glide around the kitchen with a sweet song on your lips.
I'd like to see you run through the grass on a carefree summer days, shoes kicked off and hair flying behind you.
I want to fall asleep with you in my arms again, your head on my chest, safe in the knowledge that nothing can harm us.
I want to tell you everything will be all right.
But I can't do any of these things.
Instead I have to sit here by your side as your lifeblood drains out the irreparable rent in your skull, your expression vacant.
I cradle your head in my lap and softly brush your hair away from your face.
I kiss your forehead.
I almost think I can see a hint of a smile turn the corners of your mouth and then the light in your eyes dim and my Clove is gone forever.