I keep thinking about it
over and over again,
that look of worry in your eyes
before we said our last goodbyes.
You were so close to the truth,
yet felt like worlds away,
and like a cat in a bag,
my secrets had to stay.
I'd never cried so much before
after hearing you were gone.
I was terrified of life without you,
and my fears were far from wrong.
Time keeps passing by,
but I miss you every day,
and I often wonder if you think about me,
or did your love and pride
turn into disappointment
with what you can now see?
