Today I realized that I cannot picture your face I am forgetting things about you as time goes on I have tried to find you in a song my throat burns From yelling the lyrics hoping to hear your voice I thought I found you at a party just last week In a boy who parted his hair the way you did But my body felt even colder pressed next to his I am tired of waking up in a panic with my hand clutching the sheets from your side of the bed I snuck up to my mind to find any memories of you But only found empty boxes with your name I have heard my crying sound so foreign to me That I have been startled silent late at night Sometimes I want to crawl out of my own skin To lie in the small of my back caressingΒ fingerprints you have left behind so that I may feel you one last time just one last time
I feel my chest wanting to explode thinking about this. We all suffer loss but we all suffer our own special little road of pain.