I can see it A little more each day. The weight of it pulling you down. Shoulders bent. Head bowed. Heart heavy. Memories of a time gone by Flashes of a life missed. Fear of forgetting what has been Fear of not knowing what is to come. Every tear shed breaks a part of me A little more each day. Pain is not just a thought Its a beast ripping through your mind and soul. A wave of emotion that threatens to drown you with every breath. Facts do not exist Loss is not a thinking creature. All reminds you of what is gone What can never be reclaimed. Only the knowledge that one day You will see him again Helps you through every breath. Every day. Each night. Love never dies.