May 13
the void where you once stood,
out of sight, but i knew
from here, you lived only in whispers
in the same breath that escaped,
i heard it, echoed on the wind
from afar
out of sight, but i knew
from here, you lived only in whispers
in the same breath that escaped,
i heard it, echoed on the wind
from afar
i have never known grief like this. for all we quarreled, the years we spent without a word, i never thought that would be the last. but i remember the last time we joked well enough - go get ‘em in hell, T. i’ll see you there
