When you are gone
the wind will be silent.
All I will hear is the pound of my heart
like the branches on the window.
It will beat harder than before
and I will feel the pain twice as hard.
I will miss you.
My heart will find its home in my stomach.
The laugh that falls from my mouth will be one that leaves an aching pain
as I use to share my laughter with you.
As I lay in my bed all alone
and know that you are not coming back,
I will tuck the pillows around me so my sleeping soul thinks of you.
Only then will I fall asleep.
When they ask about you,
I will smile and carry on.
As that is what I do.
But everyday, oh everyday I will miss you.
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 10:29 PM UTC
When you are gone
the wind will be silent.
All I will hear is the pound of my heart
like the branches on the window.
It will beat harder than before
and I will feel the pain twice as hard.
I will miss you.
My heart will find its home in my stomach.
The laugh that falls from my mouth will be one that leaves an aching pain
as I use to share my laughter with you.
As I lay in my bed all alone
and know that you are not coming back,
I will tuck the pillows around me so my sleeping soul thinks of you.
Only then will I fall asleep.
When they ask about you,
I will smile and carry on.
As that is what I do.
But everyday, oh everyday I will miss you.
12/2/14
