Tuesday, 3 August 2010

you miss her.

you never thought it would happen, you never knew it could. and then one day, four years have gone by. and she's in a photograph, and she's gone, she's somewhere else, her cheeks pressed against another, you guess.

you don't know when it changed, or when you knew, you just know, it's different now. you miss her, you miss all the things you never realised, all the parts of her you never saw, they were all the reasons you left.

you left and now you don't know where you are. she is not in the place she was, she's standing somewhere where the wind is blowing, and she's smiling as the breeze hits the corners of her ears.

the world has shifted, and now you feel the emptiness within.