When it happened,it wasn't just you that died. It was a part of me,too. A small part,but a part nonetheless.
The funeral left me wondering if I ever really knew you. There were so many people,their grief significantly more profound than mine,people who had more of you than I could ever hope for.
You've left me with a raw pain,I can feel it in the pit of my stomach,in the tips of my fingers and worst of all,when I'm happy. It's clawing at me,you should be here.
And now,now I feel like,we were closer in death than in life.
