It does not hurt anymore, To say that you're gone. Not here,with me. My voice hardly breaks anymore, To explain what occurred... Not that anyone's asking. Just saying. It's all fine anymore, Living like this. Still, I wish sometimes, About you being here. Quirking up your silent presence.. Do you know? No one does... But only me. I don't sob anymore, Just gaze for you. You're stubborn enough to not be gone!. It's not all so gloomy anymore. Not that it was ever.. For I'm present everytime. You living through me? I think not! Just.... I'm not hurt anymore. But not happy either; -Myth