I miss him.
The way he talked,
The way he was always with me when I needed him.
They say I'm crazy,
That it's not possible.
That the way my mind works,
That he's not there,
That I can't possibly know who he is,
That's only because they don't.
I haven't seen him in a while though,
That medication,
Making me feel psycho, when I know I'm not.
But he still finds his way into my thoughts,
Every now and again I'll find myself wondering.
Wondering why I left,
Wondering why I chose not to stay,
When I was his solution,
His hope,
His last chance.
Now he's gone.
I can try and try to forget the memories,
But that's just not an option anymore.
They're engraved into the deepest parts of my brain,
And my heart.
Hidden in the deepest crevices of my soul,
Only coming out only when I find myself feeling lonely,
Wondering why my heart can't let him go,
When my brain made the decision.
Now a year later the only thing I find myself wondering about is where he is,
Where he's gone,
Where he'll go to,
Wondering if he'll come back,
When I couldn't.
But I still see him everywhere.
Even though he's not physically here,
Or so they tell me.
But he's always there.
In my sight,
My thoughts,
My heart.
And he'll be there forever.
