breakfast has always been nice and pleasant
the evening has always been filled
with some strolling in the garden and delightful tea time
the night has always been filled with passion and late-night reading

all is well
all is good
all is warm.

so,
where did we go wrong?

I am trapped within this reverie of revived memories; of when you were by my side.

The warmth of dawn feels as though a cruel, albeit gentle lie. My Sun...set, tis that day, when you left me with why.

Why?

Why... couldn't I make you stay? Why does everything I grasp tightly... still slip away?

If something good happens,
Don't ask why or how.
Just enjoy it and accept it now.
Because you never know
When something bad will happen.
And when it does,
Don't ask why or how.
You can do that later.
Now is the time to deal with it
And heal from it.

do you wish you could go back and change things?
    
  do you reminisce about the good times we had?
                                           do you even think of me?
                                                                ­                     ever ?

i do.
i remember the sleepovers
                             the calls
                                    the conversations
                                                   ­                               
                                 ­                                                  when did it all stop?
                                                           ­           when did you lose interest?
                                                       ­                               
                                                        




                                                       why ?