I wear a necklace of hope with pearly beads. When I met you, it broke, and the beads spilled all over the floor, into the gutters.

Keeping busy is the hardest part. When I find myself still, clear of thoughts, I can still feel you holding me.

You're gone and you left me. My heart has dissipated. The only thing I can feel is the blood rushing through my veins and the strings that hold my fragile heart together.

We'll meet again, but you're a lifetime away, and I need you now.