Back to you

7:58 PM



You were so alive you had to die hard.
You climbed so high in our hearts you had so far to fall.
You drew so close but now so far away.

You did not make this easy.

If you are gone, gone, gone, then why does everything come back to you?

To see the water play with the light is to think of you.
To take a picture is to think of you.
This song, that landscape, this walk, that breeze is to open a wound.
The silence holds a shape left by your voice.

Now you are my laugh cut short, my midnight cry, the sorrow in my eyes, the weight in my heart.

If you are gone, gone, gone, then why does everything come back to you?


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