I can’t remember your face,
or even the feeling of your skin.
I can’t recall your voice,
or how you said you love me.
Your spot on my bed,
still lay cold and unclaimed.
Your space in my heart,
lay black and charred.
My family still asks of you,
they care even now.
My friends still don’t know,
and they never will.
Thoughts of you,
occupy all the space in my head.
Thoughts of you,
will lead me to death.