Now That You're Gone...

I don't want to be walking down the street or down the hall or into my house and catch a quick whiff of your cologne, or slightly feel the warmth you gave me when hugged me. I can't see you. I can't hear your voice or touch you. Just a glance or quick reminiscence of when you were here. It's just not enough but it's all I will ever have left. Once you're gone, you're gone. I cannot exist in this world without you, I don't know how to. I can't get mad at you and say that I never want too speak to you again out of anger because this time I really can't. You were my best friend Who am I supposed to go home to to talk about my day? Who is going to pick me up the floor when I have had to much to drink and I am crying over every mistake I ever made? Who am I supposed to wake up to in the morning? Who is going to drink coffee with me in the morning? You can't leave me yet, not all the way. I cannot live a single day without you. I wouldn't be me if it weren't for you.