still

I still cook four cups of rice; addressed one for each member of the family. I still half-expect you to come home from work late each night when i'm here. I still expect your phone call when i haven't been home all day. I'm still waiting to wake up from this horrible dream & see you early in the morning, drinking coffee & reading the newspaper. I havent forgotten. I never will. The sad part is as time passes, i start to believe less & less that this isn't a dream.