I Have No One to Share Victories With

I loved sharing happiness with you,
every time when I absorbed your sadness,
as my breast absorbed your tears,
while you cried in my arms,
because of the past that still hurt you.

You know...
I miss those mornings when you're still sleeping,
and I got up and already made a breakfast,
you wake up right before the end
and spoil my surprise.

And you know...
I miss making plans
where we will all travel and what to do,
although you would always blow me off
and make excuses that you really wanted to,
but..

And you know what...
It's hard for me that I have no one to share victories with,
I've learned to keep defeats to myself anyway.