Everything seem still ,
But at the same time unfamiliar,
Getting used to a day without you in it ,
It's like eating without feeling satisfied.
I know I shouldnt be looking back,
I should move ,
Look forward for what lay ahead,
But I like I said,
"I couldn't see my future without you in it",
But I have to ,
Or I'll be lost in the vast of quietness where time doesn't exist.
YOU ARE READING
Slow fade
PoesíaA wise person once said , "From the ashes we will raise again" Tw!!
