Everyday is the same, I always miss you.
But today is when it hurts,
Remembering those last moments.
Knowing for the first time,
What it feels to see death directly.
Feeling a vast loneliness within.
Realizing I would never hear you again.
Every year I think it'll be easier,
I try to be stronger, calmer.
But I never could.
It hurts the same as always.
And now after seven years,
I still wish I could see you,
Hear your voice,
Hug you...