Time In Jail Placed Us Apart

I told you I'd miss your breakfast, eggs over medium, bacon and grape jelly on buttered toasted bread.
But I could never imagine how it would make me feel waking up without you lying next to me in bed.
I miss the joy it brought you when you would tell the cows good morning, everyday.
I can still smell you blow drying your hair and remember watching you applying makeup to your face.
These are the memories I hold on to and pray will never fade.
Like "Suck it up, Buttercup", the term you use to always say.