Sometimes the memories flood into me.
Like they were a river and I was the ocean...
The only thing that never came home, came back to me, was him.
As if the emotions weren't bad enough
I had to realize that he was never coming back.
I had to realize that I was never going to call him mine.
I had to realize that I was never going to hear him say my name that same, sweet, caring, adoring way ever again.
Nope...
But the worst thing
Is that I'm still brought to tears when I see him...