I pass by this street vendor every day. He always has fresh flowers and a cheery good morning. I stop and pick out a small bouquet for her. She has always loved flowers. These will surely convey my love in a sweet way. Being early for work, I have plenty of time to see her. Visiting every day gives me a good feeling.
I turn up the path to the small cemetery at the end of the road. Greeting her as I do every day with “Hello my love”, replacing the bouquet from yesterday, “I miss you.”