Still You

11 03 2012

I really, really, really miss her.

Why is it that despite everything, my heart still beats only for her?  That even when I say I hate her and I’m bitter, I still love her?  That even when she broke my being to pieces, everything in me still screams her name?  That even when she no longer cares, I still do?

When I touch my lips, it’s hers I remember.

When I look around me, it’s her I feel.

When I need comfort, it’s her I yearn for.

When I feel really good about the smallest of things, it’s her I want to share it with.

When I close my eyes, it’s her face I see.

Love dies eventually.  Broken hearts mend.  But until then… I continue to grieve.




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