The love you took with you to the grave ,
is as present here, today, as yesterday.
I wear it like a wrinkle line  in  the expression of my face

They  are the traces  of  my loss of you
in the angle of my smile
and It is not in a hurry to let go
Cause missing you is  
now's my second nature

like breathing in and out plain air
love in love out, loss in loss out
and that's why i get scared