January
Hurting with hope still hurts. This time of year it gets worse. Wishing you were here. Since the day you disappeared.
January gets colder. Now we're all getting older. The memories we could make, have been taken away.
What if I could have been there? Would it make a difference? Or was it all just fate? Sometimes you seem so far away.
January gets colder. Now we're all getting older. The memories we could make, have been taken away.
Tiny hands that hold my heart. Though we are so far apart. I'll always cherish the time we spent. I want to see your face again.
Grief still follows me. It comes in waves. And I'm drowning.