A November wind stirs up the road before us,
we still don't see the leaves falling

We laugh and cry amongst ourselves,
and hear not the silent whispers calling

The twilight dawn caresses our echo_
And carries it away into the misty abyss

A sea of stones hosting life of their own,
Put on display to honor the lives that are gone.
Hundreds of stories locked away in the archives,
Overlooked on a weekday afternoon.

A melody of silent ballads, still played by those who are left.
And written in the pages of everlasting text.

The wind still sings for those who are forgotten,
Who still walk among the notes of the song.
Forever, until all is said and done.

I think about you a lot.
I think about how badly you hurt me, but mostly how much I miss you.
I miss your stupid laugh.
I miss your stupid voice.
I miss your stupid singing.
I miss your stupid stories.
I miss your stupid drawings.
I miss your sarcasm.
I miss your ******* attitude.
I miss those random 3am phone calls that consisted of me complaining about how tired I was and you annoying the **** out of me to stay awake.
I miss calling you ten times when you were dead asleep just so I could fall asleep with you.
I miss hearing you breathe on the other end of the phone, whispering sweet "I love you's" in your sleep.
I miss our stupid conversations that made me laugh so hard that my stomach hurt.
I miss our talks about the universe even though you told me how cliche my ideas were.
I miss hearing about how your day went and how the only thing that got you through the day was knowing that I was there.
I miss our ridiculous arguments.
I miss how you could make me feel better with a simple "I'm here baby" when it felt like the world around me was going to collapse.
I miss how you made me feel weightless.
I miss hearing your plans about your future and subtly hinting that I was the one you wanted to spend your life with.
I miss everything.

B.S.