Would a tender whisper suffice a thousand days of gloom? Would another glimpse of your face in my sheer dreams cure this endless pain? Would another hope untangle the sorrow buried deep within?
Maybe it would, for today. For this hour. For this second. For this moment. For this breath I take. For the air I inhale into my lungs. As for the days that may come, the sunrises that I might miss, the sunsets I might let pass by me, I'll just hold on to whatever's left to your memories, whatever's left inside the box of hopes and misty dreams.
I miss you.
