I didn’t pick up my mail. When I did, I put it in a drawer.
I couldn’t say your name without my voice trembling
I couldn’t hear certain songs without breaking down, no matter where I was - in the grocery store, on the sidewalk, in the middle of a conversation with people who didn’t know you
I couldn’t think of you without my heart cracking in yet another place, til it felt like my heart was nothing but a mass of cracks held together with dried tears
I said your name when I was alone, no one around to hear
I wished everything could have turned out differently
I wished I could give you time I still have to spend
I thought I’d get over it, at some point, this loss of you
For the longest time I thought these things would pass
But all that happens, is, time keeps getting longer
How you are missed.