It's been eight months since you left.
I still sometimes find myself awake at 3:42 a.m.
Calling countless times to hear your voicemail message.
You kept me afloat for so long
But darling, I didn't know you were drowning.
How could I have?
You were full of such radiance.
Now I truly understand what sadness is,
It's not the difference between a smile or a frown.
It's the overwhelming pain,
The late nights without sleep,
The dark mornings that you dread waking up to,
And the food that no longer has taste.
It's when the smiles no longer reach your eyes
And the music's lost it's meaning.
And my only regret, is not telling you just how much you meant to me
While air still passed through your lungs.
