You think I would stop crying when I'm alone,
Stop sobbing,
Stop these fucking tears from streaming down my face,
Stop clutching your jersey,
and your death certificate,
Just stop,
But I can't,
Because I miss you,
So very much,
And I seem to cry so hard,
One hand over my mouth so I don't cry out,
And another over my heart as if I can hold it together even as it shatters,
I miss you,
I miss you,
I miss you,
And I'm never going to be able to see you again,
So I cry,
When no one can hear me,
Or see me,
Because I am alone in this pain.
