I Do

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I saw you today, holding her hand, walking her out.

You were wearing the wrist watch I gave you two years ago on your birthday.

I am quite surprised, honestly! It makes me happy that you still have a piece of me, even after all I pain I put your through every now and then.

 

I know you think I am gone, and I don’t know but I do.

I am right here and I notice all the things you do.

I saw you today, holding her hand, our daughter’s hand, walking her out for school.

I saw how you stayed up late at night watching those hair

braiding videos on YouTube, over and over, again and again.

I saw how frustrated you felt, every time, her hair didn’t look right.

I saw how repeatedly you tried to make it perfect.

I saw that smile of relief on your face when she kissed you on the cheek and squealed, ‘That’s perfect Daddy!’

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I know you think I am gone, and I don’t know, but I do.

I am right here and I notice all the things you do.

I hear you telling her bed time stories, the tales woven with the memories of our whirlwind romance.

I hear your voice choking with tears when you whisper, ‘…and then, they lived happily every after…’

 

I know you think I am gone, and I don’t know, but I do.

I am right here and I notice all the things you do.

I feel you kissing my forehead when you think I am asleep

murmuring, ‘I love you. Come back soon.’

I feel your despair when you can’t tie your tie.

I feel your silent tears when I don’t hug you back.

I feel your sinking realization when you call out my name after

coming home from office and stopping in your tracks.

I feel you staring at me with tears in your eyes willing me to talk, just one time.

 

I feel everything, every twitch of your hand, every beat of your heart, every emotion you keep locked in your safe place.

 

I wish you could hear me humming the tune to the song we danced to on our wedding day.

I wish you could see how much I will my hands to move, to hug you back, to wipe away your tears.

I wish you could understand how proud I am, for I am your wife.

I wish I could tell you how lucky our daughter is to have her Daddy.

I wish I could whisper back how much I love you.

I wish I was in a place to let you know that I am right here, keeping my promises.

I wish I could make you believe that fairy tales do come true, that happily ever afters exist, indeed!

I wish I could make you see I know everything, I do.

 

~ Illiya Manna | Edited by Farrokh

 


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