Losing You

 

                                     


I used to think I couldn't go a day without your smile.

Without telling you things and hearing your voice back.


Then, that day arrived and it was so damn hard but the

next was harder. And I knew with a sinking feeling it was

giving to get worse and I wasn't going to be for a very

long time.


Because losing someone isn't an occasion or an event. It

doesn't just happen once. It happens over and over again.

I love you every time I pick up your favorite coffee mug.

Whenever that one song plays on the radio, or when I 

discover your old t-shirt at the bottom of my laundry pile.


I lose you every time I think of kissing you, holding you or

wanting you. I go to bed at night and I lose you, when I wish

I could tell you about my day. And in the morning, when I

wake and reach for the empty space across the sheets, I begin 

to lose you all over again.


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