So here I sit,
Where we have sat,
So here I live
Where we did once,
So here it is,
I'm ready and willing
I make my spot right here and get real comfortable,
For I know it will be quite sometime before I decide to visit again
And with that thought reverberating in my head
I find myself settling into the depths
Of what we call our past
It wraps and curls around me,
hugs me tight
keeps me safe
helps me cope
I wonder what your laugh would sound like in my ears while
We sit here side by side,
The proximity alone, the chance to touch you
Sends shivers running down my spine,
But up from the ground I look to search for you
and the shivers all but run cold
As I start to shake, I fear the wake
that your death has had on my soul
No longer are you next to me
Where we have sat so many times before
No longer will you look to me
With questions I would die to answer
Only for you
No longer can we make Easter,
with baskets of fun
No longer can we make Christmas
with presents under the tree
No longer can we make Halloween
with no you and no me
So here I sit
Where we have sat
And here I cry to make my bed
Upon sheets which you have never laid..
Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 2:32 PM UTC
So here I sit,
Where we have sat,
So here I live
Where we did once,
So here it is,
I'm ready and willing
I make my spot right here and get real comfortable,
For I know it will be quite sometime before I decide to visit again
And with that thought reverberating in my head
I find myself settling into the depths
Of what we call our past
It wraps and curls around me,
hugs me tight
keeps me safe
helps me cope
I wonder what your laugh would sound like in my ears while
We sit here side by side,
The proximity alone, the chance to touch you
Sends shivers running down my spine,
But up from the ground I look to search for you
and the shivers all but run cold
As I start to shake, I fear the wake
that your death has had on my soul
No longer are you next to me
Where we have sat so many times before
No longer will you look to me
With questions I would die to answer
Only for you
No longer can we make Easter,
with baskets of fun
No longer can we make Christmas
with presents under the tree
No longer can we make Halloween
with no you and no me
So here I sit
Where we have sat
And here I cry to make my bed
Upon sheets which you have never laid..
You will forever be my princess,
I love you Ashleigh Nicole
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