I think about you a lot
and it hurts, it really does.
I can't think about your face
without feeling alone.

When you pass through my head
there's that moment
you only know it if you have experienced grief
its a second
if that.
a mili-second.
When you forget they are gone
gone for good.
You want to invite him here, or go there.
You want to watch this with him, or eat that.


Then you remember he is gone
not gone for a moment or a few days
but gone forever, far away.