As the clock keeps ticking
we remain stuck in a time we created - an illusion
not knowing how much time we're really wasting
hoping and hoping
wishing to turn back time and change history.

We didn't want to acknowledge the fact that what has been done can't be changed no more
and we ended up stuck trying to go back in time
while the wind just keeps passing by, with us left behind.

The warmth is now gone from your side of the bed
and my  body is missing the cuddles you give on rainy days.

your scent has left the room, but the echoes of your laughter remains. I'm not used to sleeping alone anymore.

I miss how the bed dips on your side 'cause of your heavy weight,
and how you became my blanket, my pillow, and a shoulder to cry on.

I hate that I miss you, that I took you for granted, I didn't treasure the moment. I took what we had for granted,
and I regret it.

I miss you, and how my heart used to burn too.