You can scream and cry
And wish for them back.
You can **** other people
Imagining its them instead.
You can wear their favorite cologne
And fall asleep with the stuffed
Hippo they got you.
You can re read every text,
Letter, and card.
You can wrap yourself
In the clothes they left you.
You can lost yourself in someone
Else's skin,
And try to forget its
Someone else.

Because nothing, nothing
Is going to bring them back.

And all you can do is be stuck in
The past.