your words

I guess I make myself upset sometimes.
But not in the way of Winter Passing.

I'm reading your journals tonight..
Reading the words your hands wrote.
They are worth more than gold.

This is the only way i know your thoughts.
And they are old thoughts.

You can't write me anymore.
You can't talk to me anymore.
You can't hold me anymore.
You can't comfort me anymore.

I had you for a season in my life.
Though I planned for much more.

I don't slam my hand in doors.
I find pain in other ways.
Thinking of you not in my future.
This isn't what I wanted.

No one ever asks for death on another.

I've never had to deal with something so permanent.
We didn't just break up
or you went on a trip.
This is FOREVER.



God, I don't know exactly what I need.
I need something.
I need You.