every day i wake up and walk outside in the early morning smelling the roses and the scent of oncoming rain my heart often feels as though it simply cannot go on as though you somehow were the one to make it beat and now that your absence has fully registered to me nothing is the same it is hard to eat breakfast on Saturday mornings without you sitting beside me and it is difficult to read beautiful books on Wednesday afternoons without you bringing me tea and it is simply unbearable to go to sleep on Sunday nights with thoughts of you with someone else creeping into my foggy brain i feel lost without you but somehow i keep on living because i know it's what you would want