You are several feet underground.
There's nothing I can do to see you again.
I loved you then and I love you now.
But as the days pass it gets harder to remember you.
What you looked like.
What you smelled like.
And the memories of the things we have done are fading away.
You will never have seen me grow up.
You will never know who I love and who I hate.
You will never know the dreams and hopes I have for my future.
You already drifted away yet my mind is still stuck in the place where you left me.
I miss seeing you every day after school.
I miss seeing you when you would laugh at the worst jokes.
And at the most I miss how you could always make me smile.
I just miss you.
YOU ARE READING
Their is still debris
Short StoryMany people have hard times in their life but their is always something after the hard times or something people feel during those times. (So sorry for the cheesy bad summary.)
