I remember you in flashes- I remember how you'd walk into a room, and how you'd leave.
How completely take I am with you that I still find you in the rain, and in the stars.
And in everything we talked about to each other.
You understood how breathtaking I found the night sky, because you did too; you listened to it all.
How I found all these little things in the world that I wanted to share with someone.
I believe you too much, perhaps that was my problem.
And you promised me too much, perhaps that was yours.
You really did take my heart and with it my hope for another start.
With time you are slowly giving it back and day by day I can breathe a little better. I can walk past certain places and finally not feel so much.
But I still wonder . . .
Who else talks to you about your family? Who holds your hand and talks about a future with you?
How do I deal with everything you've left?
I have so many thing about you stored in my heart and mind, just what shall I do with them?
