Without You, Without Me

I don't think I can take life without you,
I feel myself withering away.
Life was only joyous with you here,
until you died that fateful day.

I want so badly to be near you.
And as your death becomes more real,
I notice myself feeling,
that how to be with you is more clear.

To be dead is to not deal,
with a pain that is so hard.
Would I be forgiven if I left,
I feel I'm too broken and too scared.

With my life and with my future,
I contemplate what to do.
Everyone tells me Ill get passed this,
so I guess that they would too.

Should I really care that deeply,
about hurting the ones so dear.
When they all tell me to be hopeful,
about living out my biggest fear.

Babe, would you be disappointed,
If you got to see my face.
I could come anytime and see you,
for this agony I just cannot erase.

I'm still taking a day at a time,
for clearly that is all that we own.
But I'm not ruling out the possibility
of wondering off into the unknown.