fauxcroft

You linger in my thoughts and dreams and I can still feel your tender touches. I can still smell your scent around this place we used to call home. I can still feel my heart stop when I thought I heard your laugh, or hear your voice. There is nothing I do that doesn’t remind me of you, always on my mind and in my thoughts. God how I miss everything about us and what we gad. Now this home is empty, my bed is cold, my heart is aching and my tears flow openly when I see your picture in my mind or in  their frame around what was our home. When I lost you, I list the love, and lost my heart and now I am broken, a sad and empty she’ll of what I used to be.