Gone

Dreaming with a broken heart is never easy.

You wish they would be there when you wake up.

You reach out and they're not there.

They're gone.

In your head you replay the moments over and over like a broken tape recorder.

In the end it's the same.

You try to forget.

They're gone.

You see them where ever you go - the grocery store, work, school, the walk home.

You feel them.

Waiting on a call that will never come.

They're gone.

You try to understand, but get nowhere.

You try to hang on to the good, but can still feel the sting of yesterday.

You try to move on.

They're gone.

Red eyes and somber look.

Drag your feet and fake a smile.

Going through the motions, but you're not aware.

They're gone.

Was it ever worth it?

The pain is numbing, but it won't last long.

A bitter taste left in your mouth.

They're gone.

Learning to live.

Learning to love.

Finding a strength you never thought you had.

They're gone.

Taking it day by day.

Fading memories can be haunting.

Scars remind us of wounds they inflicted.

Face it - they're gone.