My sense of sight is blocked by a waterfall
I can still see my own thoughts so I better close my eyes
It's like I can still see your face
But I know it's not the real you, it's just a figment of a bruised mind
You were once a body, now you're dust in my cabinet
It's crazy how you can just now be in the palms of my hands
There's no way to tell if I can get through my personal madness
I'd do anything for an hourglass to dip just one more pint of sand
Shit, it feels surreal to not have you in front of my face
Who knows if there's an afterlife and you're still roaming my place
I know you would always get in my personal space
The little things of you can't keep my head high from disgrace
I no longer believe in new love, you were irreplaceable
You would never leave unless it was the reaper who knocked on your bedroom door
It's a tiny apartment, but we made use of a small world
What was once ours is now mine and not yours
I don't know if I'll ever get out of this, I feel like all hope is lost
Should I join you? Should I move on? Is this questioning wrong?
I wish it was me, but then it'd be your happiness gone
Woe is me for the fact your life wasn't very long
A high roof of steep ledges with a ground of hard, red bricks
Heavy wind as I fall with the clock's slow ticks
What felt like a minute was actually in seconds counting six
Headfirst into the ground and now a relationship to fix
YOU ARE READING
I Miss You
Short StoryThe melancholy that meets you when you lose someone you care about is downgrading to the point every little thing about them is a core memory. This isn't about me, but I play a character with experiences similar to mine and a few others. The charac...
