perhaps indeed the greatest tragedy the heart can endure to lose the only one to ever understand you; the only one to see the perfection of your imperfections the only one too listen when others speak it’s a curious pain to miss another so deeply a kind of loss that consumes memories of what once was haunting hollow nights you see; even in your absence you taught me; time is the cruelest mistress she wouldn’t let me have you. she won’t let me forget you.