He's gone but he's everywhere.
In the passenger seat, in my bedroom walls, in the music sheet strewn over the floor and in the songs he wrote; he's in my favorite books and in the ****** films over the DVD player; He's in our whispered secrets and Post-It notes, that from now on will be only mine to own. He's in my sunny days and stormy nights, in 3 am phone calls and throaty laughs. He's in pointless conversations I couldn't seem to ignore and now in the silence that fills my house every time I come home.
He's in my dreams and in the way I used to smile.
But most of all, he's in my heart, and I can't say goodbye.
Feb 8, 2022
Feb 8, 2022 at 7:23 AM UTC
He's gone but he's everywhere.
In the passenger seat, in my bedroom walls, in the music sheet strewn over the floor and in the songs he wrote; he's in my favorite books and in the ****** films over the DVD player; He's in our whispered secrets and Post-It notes, that from now on will be only mine to own. He's in my sunny days and stormy nights, in 3 am phone calls and throaty laughs. He's in pointless conversations I couldn't seem to ignore and now in the silence that fills my house every time I come home.
He's in my dreams and in the way I used to smile.
But most of all, he's in my heart, and I can't say goodbye.
