Seven months have tortured, mocked and grayed out my life
Seven months ago I'd bet on my life that I was your wife
With you life rushed fast and colorful not taking a moment
Without you each breath a slow moment farther away
I can't seem to understand  
It's me your best friend
It's me the one who talks herself in circles
Who always waits your reply
Treasure your company
Need your friendship ​
Believe on countless times
Your words wrapped up my heart
In a chorus of love and always and forever
I have my good days
I have more of those bad days
I miss you
So very much