The passing days,
The dark and lonesome events,
Alone in your memories i have died internally,
Trying to put back the pieces that are far gone,
Far from reach,
The aching sights that I see,
The voices of you in my head,
Now only flashbacks,
Why oh why did you leave?
One year gone and many more to see,
To bear the days in your absence,
And cry a pool of tears,
But still you won't come back,
I understand.