So many things to say.
With no time left to say them.
Waking up slowly,
To an empty bed.

Every day,
The heartache sets in.
Breathing in without you
Hurts.

Do you even have the time
To stop and think,
And wonder.
And miss.

I think what hurts the most.
Was not being left alone,
With answers untold.
With hopes destroyed.
And wonder left to dust.


I’m getting nowhere, it seems…
But I’m trying.
To get back to who I was.
Even I will never be the same.