I see all these blank pages of my future and I tear them to shreds// I only want to live in the pages of my past// I only wanted it to last// For her to last// I don't wish it was different just that I had done things differently// Maybe it'd end the same, but not knowing hurts// Not trying hurts// Somewhere I stopped trying to grow and only tried to control// I was just a boy in a man's frame// Yet I knew how to love her// I still love her// But she's gone like the ashes of a wildfire// Alone I still sing of her// Empty, echoing, loneliness// It is my new peace//
//On her// Hurt is a wonderful teacher in the school of hindsight. God I miss her.