Just can't get used to it

Part of me thinks that one morning I will get up and you will be in your bed.   I keep coming home forgetting that you are gone....I think you will greet me at the door....then it hits me you never will.    I miss your sweet face so much.   Miss your goofy laugh.    I miss how easy it was to make you happy.    I wish so badly that you were here where you belong.