(chapter six: you)

I can’t say I’d lost you,

Or lost in you,

Because you’re gone,

Lost,

But not with me or in me,

That’s the sad thing.

 

 

Dark,

Cold,

Alone,

That’s what I felt,

There’s no replacement of you,

As I dream everyday,

Pressing against your lips with mine.

 

 

Not that I want to see you everyday,

Not that I want to hear your voice everyday,

Not that I want you to live,

Or die after me, 

I just want to hold your hand forever,

Because holding you hand,

Making me realize,

That you’re always with me.