Sometimes

Sometimes I find myself missing him
the way he would look at me with blue eyes so much like my own
his blond hair always slightly messy
never perfect
I don't like perfect
the way he would wrap his arms around me and whisper in my hair
that he loved me
or missed me
how his face would light up when he saw me
how he liked to just be with me
even if it meant just pushing the cart around the supermarket
now when I go shopping I find myself looking for him
why isn't he behind me patiently pushing the cart while I throw stuff in
then I remember
when I needed him most he was never there
Sometimes I find myself thinking about him and it still hurts like it was yesterday