He’s Gone
I replay the day that you walked through the door
Over and over again in my head.
I still wake up to stretch forth my hands
Hoping that you are laying on the other side
Of the bed
But all I feel is the coldness instead.
I sit at the table staring at the chair
You used to sit in,
Reminiscing about the mornings we spent laughing
Then I succumb to my tears,
Now I am weakened.
The silence has become so frightening
And the thought of you is so suffocating
Sometimes I wish I can turn back
The hands of time to when I was yours,
And you were mine.
But all I have left of you are memories,
A trail of pain that you have left behind
And a bucket of tears left to cry.
Mere words cannot express my anguish
When I stare at your picture.
The thought of you is just torture
I thought we had a lifetime together
But now, you are gone forever!
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