I used to think i couldnt go a day without ur smile. Without telling you things and hearing ur voice back.
Then, that day arrived and it was so damn hard but the next was harder. I knew with sinking feeling it was going to get worse, and i wasnt going to be okay for a very long time.
Because losing someone isnt an occasion or an event. It doesnt just happen once. It happens over and over again. I lose you every time i pick up your fav coffee, whenever that one song plays, or when i discover your old stuff in my room.
I lose you every time i think of wanting you. I go to bed lately and lose you, when i wish i could tell you about my day. And in the morning, when i wake and reach for the empty space accross the sheets, i begin to lose you all over again.