Looking from afar and wishing to be close.
Having him in your arms and just letting go.
Knowing him but not having a chance. Missing his contagious laugh and our dance.
Seeing him and its breaking your heart knowing you'll never be able to remind him of all the memories, sitting on the bed late talks at night, cuddling at his side in fear of the night, him saying you are mine and I am yours. But now he doesn't remember, all the memories these frames hold, that I hold dear. O darling I wish you were here.