cunningpredator

[cunningpredator]

Gone..

I count the memories like unpaid debt,

And hold onto moments I can’t forget.

You were my calm, my home, my light

And I still don’t sleep right at night.

They say time heals, they say I’ll move on,

But they don’t know what it’s like to be your “GONE.”

So I write you in silence, bleed you in rhyme

We ran out of future, but not out of time.