I see your image in my head
The still frame portraits and macabre dressed in misleading bright happy colors
I feel you in the air though you're not here
I see you're hand grabbing me and letting me go
Smudging your mascara on another gentlemans face as you do so
I cry and the tears hit your hand
You slap me away without looking at me
I awake and see your image in my dream
Letting me know that you're the key
To save me from this hell
2,190 days later
And you're still gone