I never wanted someone
As much as I want you
I'd give **** near anything
To be with you
I'd say anything
To have you in my arms
And I would do everything
To wake up next to you

There are parts of me that
lay unrested - they are ghosts
in hallways, they are smoke
suffocating in locked rooms.

Sometimes I can feel
myself fading and it takes
all I have to pull myself
back from the abyss.

I'm walking on ice, yet
to find a stable foothold in
life seems unprecedented.

I still haven't learnt when
my hands began writing
rather than shaking.

It shone so brightly when you first left.
I took it as a sign, a sign that you are fine.
I guess it still makes me think of you.
It's completely irrational, I know.
Maybe that's just my way of trying to let you go.
Let you go into your new eternity.
Sometimes, when there's a rainbow,
The brightness suggests how you feel.
In fact, I think I'm looking right at you now.
And you see me, all that I am doing.
I'm making more of it than science would suggest,
But this irrational comfort is exactly that - a comfort.
A coping mechanism for life. For hope. For love.