Months pass

This is a picture of a horse chesnut sapling growing from the base of a sycamore. A picture I would have sent my partner, he would have been inquisitive of it or, simply wonder why I keep sending pictures of trees.

2 months without him.
A month since the formal goodbye.

Time passes and the world continues around me. I see couples holding hands, hugging or arguing and jealousy isn't the right word, but I feel an ache. 

Beauty is everywhere, but without him here to witness it all, it seems wasted.