I miss your counsel when decisions press upon me.

I recalled the small sketch you made and carried it with me all day.

I wished for your company during tonight's solitary supper.

I noticed the soap you prefer and left some for you on the basin.

I kept your compliment from the other day and visit it often.

I felt thankful for your patience with my temper earlier.

I thought of you while I watered the geraniums on the sill.

I feel warmer recalling the coat you lent me last autumn.

I remembered your crooked coin toss and laughed to myself.

I miss your steady letters more than I expected.

I smiled at the memory of you reading aloud in the kitchen.

I noticed you left the candle half-burnt and imagined your hands tending it.

I held the ribbon you braided and wished for another hour with you.

I am fond of you, simply and without ceremony.

I thought of you when the postman came and brought no letter.

I appreciated your patience with my poor directions today.

I treasured the scrap of lace you dropped last winter.

I remembered the cut on your thumb and worried until you answered.

I feel steadier knowing you are somewhere nearby.

I kept your sigh from our bench in my head all afternoon.

I woke with the thought of your scarf around my shoulders.

I miss the sound of your boots on the stairs.

I admired the way you folded the letter and tucked it away.

Your reply this morning made the whole day bearable.

I felt quieter and steadier after our last conversation.

I keep remembering the stubborn knot in your ribbon and smiling.

I carry the memory of your walk down the lane with me.

I noticed the dent on your pocket watch and thought of you.

Your laugh is the last thing I replay before sleep.

You were on my mind during chapel bells.

I was thinking of you while I mended my sleeve.

You left the teacup on the sill; I washed it and felt foolishly glad.

I kept your silk handkerchief in my coat pocket today and smiled at it.

I feel proud telling my sister about the time you fixed the heater.

I promise to answer the door at midnight when you come home from work.

I will carry your heavy bag up stairs without making it a thing.

I feel a simple joy when your playlist starts and I know your mood.

I want to be the one who packs your lunch when mornings are rushed.

I notice your penmanship and the way you cross your t's; it feels familiar.

I like that you reheat coffee twice and still drink it, stubborn and human.