A Song for Mikki

I wonder if you'll miss the songs that I sing to our dogs Or the jokes I tell that miss more than they hit The way I fumble loudly through the house when I'm so tired Even though I'm trying hard to be quiet The accents that I imitate late while we watch TV Or the sound effects I make for no good reason but to be A little bit annoying, just a bored sensory seeker Or the coffee I prepare to make your every morning sweeter Will you miss me When I'm not here Cuz I'll miss how you fall asleep with your phone in your hand It stays in place where it was raised long after your face lands On the pillow next to me, I'll put it down and watch TV And I'll miss knowing how lucky a man I came to be I wonder if you'll miss the nights when I come late to sleep When I'm in the living room alone watching pro wrestling Or the days when I have great ideas to passionately pursue Even though you know ADHD means I won't follow through Cuz I'll miss teasing you about the tales that your repeat Every time you hear Chicago, it's the same exact story How your high school choir director loved that band and he would lecture All about their education and now You're My Inspiration And I'll miss how you push your glasses up and brush your nose In the moments when you fake offense, pretend to be insulted And the way you run away to take a bath for peace and quiet And the fairy books you read when you wake halfway through the night Will you miss me, when I'm not here I wonder if you'll miss the frequency with which I say You're loved or that I love you at least twenty times a day Sometimes to fill the silence or make sure you don't forget I'll never stop being grateful for the moment that we met Will you miss me, when I'm not here Cuz I'll miss how we say the things that we could never say To anybody else because with us it's always safe And I'll miss your anxiety and cookies that you bake How you never wanted dogs but love them so well anyway And I'll miss our traditions, random things that we'd create Scavenger hunts at Christmas, candlelight Valentine's Day Dinners with our children, Sunday breakfasts at our place Growing older with my best friend, finding brand new ways to say That I'd miss you, if you were not here I'd miss you, if you're not here I'd miss you, if you're not here