I should be sleeping,
With soft sheets under my skin.
But my mind wanders,
To memories I can't let go.

It's exactly three months,
Since you left.
But the wound feel so fresh
Like it was  just yesterday.

I browse through my profile,
Jumping from albums to photos.
I realize most of it was you and I.

Hundreds of us together.
Smiling goofily at the camera.
We are so happy that I didnt see this moment coming.

Here I am remembering
What was gone.
Trying to hold something that was just a distant past.
Like pouring salt on my own cuts.

It's 1:45 AM.
I should be dreaming of something,
But I choose to dream of you and I.
A story that already ended.

I missed you.
But it seems my eyes are tired of crying for you.
Maybe its true,
Our heart never stops loving,
But it gets tired of waiting
And gets used to the emptiness inside.
That someone once a plays a big part,
Now an empty hole in my heart.