I still miss her, in some kind strange way,
I know we still had so many to say,
We promised each other so many
Whatever flowed out of her mouth was honey
How do you begin again
When it is just too much pain
The one you ever truly loved
when you loved in a way you could never have explained?
I still miss her, a funny feeling now
And I ask myself, eerily, how?
What happened? What did not?
In my stomach settles a strange knot.
It is strange when you believe you were never meant to part
There is always that guilty feeling you never played your part
On some cold nights, you pause all your thoughts and ask why
And the ever elusive answer leaves you with a weird sigh
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