something is terribly wrong.

every single thought
flowing through the river in my mind
leads to you
a voice mail I wish I had the guts to send
or a message I wish I had the courage to write to you
I cannot erase you in everything I see
all I can do is hope that you see me the way I see you
which is in every beautiful thing that crosses my path

It just didn't work out
even though I was always trying

no one knows how truly
and unconditionally sad
I am

I feel emptier and emptier as the days go by

I saw some of the old stuff we had talked about
and I can't help but wonder if you talk about that stuff with someone other than me now that I'm gone..

He spoke about her every freckle,
as if they were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen

but they are scattered all over her body I said
exactly he responded