Maybe it's the smell of the air
or the stars in the sky
that remind me of those nights
we're you'd ponder life's greatest mysteries
with your 7 year old daughter
and how I'd admire your faith in me
to comprehend the demons of your mind
because one day, they would become mine, too

Or how the wind blows in my face
on a cold winter night and there was something
special about that feeling
because you felt it too

Later we'd spend all day
up on a mountain
by the waterfall
with nature surrounding us
maybe it was the sound of the water
or the feeling of standing on the edge of the cliff
that brought me right back to those days

and how I miss every second

but you left
and now I hate that all I see
is you
when I look in the mirror
or when I think
or when I breathe
or when I cry
or speak

because I can't talk to you, still
without every one of these feelings
rushing back