there is this hole i can't seem to fill. you mean so much to me, but this clock ticks on.
and we are all drifting.
how is it that i can't write about you? i can't physically force it out of me, it just stirs in my head and clogs up my throat, waters my eyes and reddens my nose.and i miss how life was, how we were inseparable.
i miss our jokes and our laughs, our faces and our photos.