the scent of her hair in my hands and the warmth of her breath as we lay in each others embrace was how things used to be. The bed seems alot bigger and the room much more colder and the nights so much darker; so much for the memories, it's all I have to remind me she was here.
more thoughts floating, bobbing about like bhuoys off the coast, it keeps comin back, hauntingly, like a ghost, it doesn't feel as bad, better to have had, try as I would, try as I could, it ended before it should.