I’ve moved on like I’m suppose to, but the tears still fall, and on certain quiet days, I swear I hear you call.
I’ve done what I can to ease the painful ache, but it’s always there to hurt me, each moment that I’m awake.
I’ve gone out with friends, to places you’ve never been, but sometimes I catch a glimpse of you from the moment that I walk in.
On dark rainy nights when I’m driving home alone, I feel a haunting chill settle into my bones.
I see the things you loved surround me every day, and the loss in my heart never seems to go away.
How can I forget you when you handprint touches my life, and the anguish of having lost you cuts much deeper than any knife.
Time heals all wounds they say, and it’s time for me to move on, but tell that to my soul, the one that’s broken because you’re gone.