Loosing someone you love is like living with a brick in your pocket.
The weight never goes away,you just learn to live with it.
If I could turn back time and go back to when you were here, I would.
My heart is lead, weighed down by the memory of loosing you.
Black is what remained of the colors that shaped me into who I was back then
Time flies by leaving me with poignant memories.
Just like me,your chair squats alone in the corner covered in dust and damp of abandonment.
I still posses your memories but I sure do miss your touch
Some nights the loneliness attacks me like soldiers in battle
I remember the last time I embraced you oblivious to the fact that it was the last time I would see you I really miss you.