The days that never came again

I miss those times when I had so much to spend in writing. My thoughts are still filled with so much of him but I really do hope I could put them in words before they disappear through an endless cycle of uninspired moments at work. I miss those days when looking out of the window made me smile... those days when airplanes brought him knocking at my door. I miss having reasons why I should leave work early. I miss scrambling out of bed when my phone rang in the middle of the night. I miss all about us.