And for those times when it really hits me that you are gone
Those times when little things like the faint smell of your perfume
The way you looked at certain times Or some words you said seem to serve only one purpose
To remind me that you are never coming back and that you are gone for good
And for times like this
I can only but wallow in the bottomless pit of self pity that these memories come with and allow myself feel every last one of the emotions that come pouring in through the shattered walls that have held them in place for so long
And for the times when the memories of you brings only smiles and faint feelings of nostalgia
I allow myself to be happy
Cos it's not everyday the memories of you don't send me spiralling into depression
Or have me wishing
It should all be over.
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