I thought about you the other day
and it occurred to me that it
doesn't matter how many times
I wish you were still by my side;
how many times I say I miss you
because you aren't coming back
It's occurred to me that I will never
physically be with you again
I can't tell you how I'm doing
but I assume you're doing fine
or at least I'd like to think so
I sat there in silence
as my fingers went numb
and everything went silent
and I swear for a second I could feel
my heart and soul sinking into the
ground to try to bring you back up with me
God, I wish I could have woke you up
for just ten minutes
so that I could tell you everything
I wanted to tell you that I need you and that
I haven't made progress
I wanted to show you everything that
reminded me of you
I wanted to tell you everything I haven't
been able to say out loud or on paper
I wanted you to sit by me and tell me that
you miss me too and that I'm not really okay
I've tried so hard to remind myself that
you're in a better place
but I want that better place to be here with me
I've been having restless nights
clenching my fist and screaming into my pillow
because I became the person you
never wanted me to be but Im getting better
All I wanted was ten minutes to
tell you everything I should have
So I lay by your grave and try to remember
the way your hands looked or
the colour of your eyes when the sun
reflected off of them