the memory that seems to
turn over and over in my mind.
like a broken record, a scratched
disc, this part of my life continues
to repeat and never give me peace.
i ache without your arms and my
voice barely exists without you
to power it with your words.
i cry without your shoulder and
each tear reminds me of how
they dripped onto your suit.
i held you as i cried and wanted
to crawl into the casket with
you so you wouldn't be alone...
so i wouldn't be alone... so i
wouldn't miss you so much because
i lost my motivation.
i lost everything when i lost you.
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