When the cold brushes my face, I know he's there.When the chill seeps into my bones, I know he's there.
When the brush of lips graze my temple, I know he's there. When I turn to look, he is nowhere.
I pray so hard but understand my gaff. I know, deep down, I will no longer hear his laugh.
The whole that remains will never be filled. Deep into my soul his loss has drilled.
pft...leave it to me to fuck this up...damn typos!
saya You are still awesome baby 
