Nostalgia fills my bones,when i past by old park benches. I can feel your breath, on my neck when the air blows Nights feel empty, and the days look dark, When i walk into a coffee shop, I can feel the ghost of you hand entwined with mine. At nights i try and picture what it would be like with you next to me, but you are a memory, a ghost, you never existed. I am trying to forget, that you were never here, but that’s like trying to forget how to breathe. The sun has burnt up, everything is cold, i have frozen to death.