It's been so long since I've penned of the fading images my heart still continues to conjure . Like the magic mirror on the wall that has that has slowly clouded into the unknown , no longer are we in the reflection of my tomorrow's , my heart stretches with the pain of emptiness to that tightness that wrestles to free itself from my torso , for the love of my life has become nothing  more than an apparition of haunting memories of what used to be , finding me everywhere , because I saw her in everything their was , the sun still rises and sets , but no longer in her smile , the stars remind me of her sparkling eyes that like the mirror , the love has since faded . Trying to forget her is like remembering I never loved her at all , impossible , loneliness has never felt so crowded , and although I should accept it,bow my head and walk away , I find myself trying to cradle the faded memories just as futile as trying to hold the ocean itself . The moments I used to capture in the form of an ode, have become more distant with each passing tomorrow , leaving fewer memories to fill the expanding hole that now grows ever so bigger in my heart ...
I miss her , and I love her still ...