This house, this tomb
holds so many memories
of you and all the things
we were going to be, do
and now you’re gone
and I feel like I’m gone too
I don’t know how to get back.
I don’t know how to make it better.
You’re six feet under
in a steel box
you always hated tight spaces
you always hated the dark
I wish I could dig you up
Resuscitate you
wish you back to life
and tell you
how much I
love
miss
need
you in my life
There is no going back
this is the life I have now
empty and grey
without the color of you
I can’t go home
I can’t remember where home is
Because home is you
and you are gone.
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