She sits there each day and looks at me in the same-old-day.
I look at her, wondering what she is thinking. She leaves and I let her leave, I watch her leave, not saying a word, not saying the words I have always wanted to say to her, and hear her say to me, I just let her go.
I finish dinner, and get ready for bed, as I sit on the sofa reading my favourite book, the one she gave to me, I have a cup of tea. There is someone here, she is behind me watching me, I turn to face her, I just watch her, watching me. She moves closer to me, then I hear the words I have always wanted to hear.
She sits there each day, and looks at me in the same-old-way, the way that I look at her now. That same look that says, I love you, I always have and I always will.