There are mornings when the windchimes remind me of your voice
And all anyone else hears is a meaningless noise
I can feel your presence linger no matter where I go
It's hard to believe that you're no longer here with me, at home
I remember when you'd sit beside me and listen to me sing
You wouldn't speak until every
Last note had stopped to ring
It's hard to believe that your every
last breathe has ended
There is no way my emotions and thoughts could be mended
So now I sit out staring
Staring at the mournful moon
If only you could've lived a little longer
You left too soon...
Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 11:12 PM UTC
There are mornings when the windchimes remind me of your voice
And all anyone else hears is a meaningless noise
I can feel your presence linger no matter where I go
It's hard to believe that you're no longer here with me, at home
I remember when you'd sit beside me and listen to me sing
You wouldn't speak until every
Last note had stopped to ring
It's hard to believe that your every
last breathe has ended
There is no way my emotions and thoughts could be mended
So now I sit out staring
Staring at the mournful moon
If only you could've lived a little longer
You left too soon...
I miss you more and more everyday... You won't be forgotten, I promise.