i lost count of how many days it's been.
how many nights ive spent crying in the floor, only hoping you'll hear me, somehow, wherever you are.
and im not one for religion, but i pray every night that you still remember the first time you reached for my hand, and the last i love you we ever said.
i lost count of how many day it's been.
i broke every picture frame last night but kept all the pictures.
the truth is, im a wreck.
and im not asking you to come find me, but if you ever do, ill be here.