Forgotten

All I need is air.

All I want is him.

All they give me is "I'm sorry".

Like that could make me forgive them. Like that could help me. Like that could give him back to me.

They think that I can just move on like nothing ever happened. Like it never happened.

Sometimes I like to think that it never happend. I like to think that if I open my eyes he is right next to me. That it's a horrible nightmare.

But it's not. It happened. And that kills me.

I miss him. His hair. His smell. His skin. His laugh. His lips...

Especially his lips. His soft lips with that lovely taste of cherry.

But nothing could ever give those things back to me.

I lost him.