A body is only ever a person when its soul is present,
I saw you after you had left,
it wasn't in the least bit pleasent.
An empty shell of the person you were,
and to me that thought tore.
My mind thought you were breathing,
that you were peacefully sleeping,
and I prayed that I was dreaming,
but my mind started screaming.
The good memories they repeat,
even when I am about to sleep.
And that's when I retreat,
I go down a hole and I weap.
