Crisp Sheets, Spaghetti And You Poem by Lynne RBC

I should start writing.
Something,
anything
for you.
After all
you wrote
my life story.

But where to begin?
I can't start
to imagine.

The rhythm
of your heartbeat
make me remember.
The memories
of your warmth,
how can I forget?
You made me a home
even before
our house was built.
Your love outpoured
from all corners of
these crisp sheets.
Your home-cooked meals
delight my senses
bringing me closer
to your bossom
breathing
touch.

Maybe
I'm not destined
to have as much
of you
or
have I already
had enough
for this
lifetime?

You lined my
life story
then ceased.

What comes after
this

space?