I looked through the pictures
of us being so happy together
Each one reminding me
of a happy place and time.
My knees grew weak as
I review of such bright life
And hopeful moments
Now reduced to a soulful ryhme.
When someone says your name
The pain still overwhelmes
It's so sad that our hopes are dashed
And the flashbacks just wont leave me alone.
Tears roll down my cheeks
One for each special memory
The coldness running through my soul
And the memories is still haunting me.
I was absolutely, unequivocally and totally certain - and i do mean beyond a shadow of a doubt completely sure- that having a special someone in my life was essential to me, being happy as though it was air to my lungs. I've learned , firsthand that eventually, you really do run out of tears and your heart gets tired of aching.