It's always little things that take me back to you.
A lyric in a song.
A shimmer in the snow.
A dark lonely street.
When I have to let someone go.
The darkness of my own hair,
And how it looks against your skin.
The softest of touch,
And elegant curves that reflect your grin.
The sleepless nights in this apartment.
The photos on my wall.
The pain inside my heart.
You're image is in it all.
The journals that I keep.
The drawings I recreate.
The tears that fall.
All the things I hate.
Because of you I'm forced to live.
This new found notion; "I want to be strong."
Even though you're not around to care...
Who would have thought I'd make it this long.
You say you love her,
But you can't seem to remain true.
Please remember..,
I love a lot of people, but I am in love with you.