Some days I miss you so much that I can hear all the murmurs of the people I've crossed in my life telling me to give up.
  I used to carry you with me wherever I went with the backpack you always used to use, but the other week the zipper broke and all the memories I had of you came spilling out. One by one they slipped through my fingers and I realized how easily someone could leave you with nothing.
  Materialistic objects aren't everything and I know that how much You meant to me isn't measured by the number of things I have left of you. Sometimes I just want to hold something that belonged to you and be able to channel your spirit for a moment.
  You left on a Wednesday and every Wednesday since has reminded that you can miss someone just as much as you can love them. I wish I would've loved you more when you were still here.
  Every smile I receive is a sign that maybe you're still trying to make me happy. When I walk to school I see the Same man jogging with a giant smile overtaking his face. The other day he ran past me, looked me directly in the eyes and said I hope you have a good day, with a smile that I swore I could see your face in. I think I found a little of you that day.
  I've begun to accept that I can't carry you around all the time but what I can do is sit you on the top of my tongue so that whenever I speak, a little bit of you is still put out into the world.
  Silence and solitude is my reverie but I know I need to put myself out in the world in order to get Anything back, You taught me that.