There were, countless times I’d cried over Y-O-U, and, there was, always that easily missed trigger, I could be, sitting in the car, going someplace, and all of a sudden, a song came on, and before you knew, I’m in tears…
not my photo…
And, for a long time, I’d wondered, when, if ever, will these tears of mine finally be down, flowing. There were, also, countless nights I’d cried myself to sleep, since you’d been gone, or, overcome by that strong sense of loss, after I’d awakened, from a dream with you in it, and, realizing, in this harsh, cold reality, that you’re, no longer here anymore.
Countless times I’d cried over Y-O-U, I don’t know when, these tears will finally, run dry, and frankly, I’m really getting tired of mourning for you, and, it’d been, years since you were taken from me, and I just wish, that this process of healing back up can speed itself up some………….
not my photo still…
Countless times I’d cried over Y-O-U, well, NO more, I’m getting over Y-O-U, whether or NOT you like it, and I still don’t give a SHIT, if this is going to take up the rest of my life to do. All I know is, that by the time that life is done with me, I would’ve already, gotten, over Y-O-U!!!
Life, the Obstacle Course 