When you are gone the wind will be silent. All I will hear is the pound of my heart like the branches on the window. It will beat harder than before and I will feel the pain twice as hard. I will miss you. My heart willΒ Β find its home in my stomach. The laugh that falls from my mouth will be one that leaves an aching pain as I use to share my laughter with you. As I lay in my bed all alone and know that you are not coming back, I will tuck the pillows around me so my sleeping soul thinks of you. Only then will I fall asleep. When they ask about you, I will smile and carry on. As that is what I do. But everyday, oh everyday I will miss you.