why have you left without saying goodbye?
thought you said you would always be near.
people keep saying to move on, i try,
but it's your ghost that i see in the mirror.
you have something to say, but i'll never know
because there's six feet of separation
i swear it's you i see when all alone
but the shadows stir imagination
and when i forget, and i try to call
i'm reminded with deafening silence
you know, nothings the same, nothing at all
because it's a world void of you existence
and whether it's real or all in my head
none of it really matters
you're still dead.
the people we hold dearest are most often the ones that have the most sudden and hurting goodbyes.
