Think well to the end, consider the end first.
Because of the hurt everyone has endured. It’s hard to talk about memories without thinking they are thinking of the bad memories. I remember the good times. I Don’t want to hurt them. I’ve always been able to feel their pain. Eventually it turned into my own as well.
I use to think I would die without you.
I was wrong.
It hasn’t been what I thought it would be, living.
I see your smile when I shut my eyes.
Your laughter fills the air.
It isn’t me that is making you laugh.
Your laughter still makes me smile but it makes my heart ache.
I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
hunting for you