My memories are the only things left, no more scents of your hair, the feeling of your clothes, the sound of your voice. You have left me with out a last goodbye, a last smell of your hair, and without a hug to feel you for the very last time. My heart aches with a gash taken from it, but left with a brain filled with good memories and bad. One day I will be able to smell your hair, feel your clothes, hear your voice, in the mean time I'll just remember our memories shared together.
