Every storm.

Don't ask me how it felt to lose him, the darkness came from every storm, it crept into the places souly where I had kept love warm, the downpour of a lonely tear had etched my face, and grazed the skin, a battle then against myself, I never thought I'd win, some times I wish he wasn't dead, imagine life with him in now, and wonder what it would be like But time persists somehow He's gone with angels, I'm here with love, and never want to leave them lone, but often reminisce of times, I loved him as my own.