Tears fall onto my cheeks
I’m used to that
The illness has taken my soul
Broken pieces
I want to go back to him
But it was better for me to go
To be alone
So now I think of the happiness he brought
But it was too much when I was Ill
If it mattered he would have found a way
But he never did
So I sit here and think about us
But I see it’s just a memory