I deleted all our photographs,
Left nothing in my wake,
But as I clicked delete all,
I swear I thought that I would break.

Five short years,
Gone in the blink of an eye,
I swear I'd sell my soul,
To never have had to say goodbye.

I miss your kiss,
And your touch,
I miss hearing I love you,
Far too much.

I wish I could find a needle,
To replace the void you left in me,
But they'd cart me away again,
And I'd be left so empty.

I wish there could be a little ******,
To ease the pain of our demise,
I wish I could hold you softly,
As I whisper my goodbyes.

Would it be a sin,
If I used just a little too much?
Could I enter Heaven,
If I **** myself tonight?