When you left me i was alone.

I felt betrayed , lonely, and scared.

I didnt know if you were alive or dead or if your heart still played the same keys that mine did.

I ripped up all the photographs of my self because i couldn’t live to see a day without you.

The day you left i didnt know how to breathe.

My whole world came crashing down and i didn't have the strength to catch the peices.

I would call your phone just to hear your voice just one last time.

I would cry my self to sleep at night dreaming of where you could have been and why you left.

I was young and you were the only one left who understood me.

Only if i knew that when you were to return everything else would start falling into place

The nights grew longer ,  the days grew shorter.

Every hour that passed i could see the life inside of you slowly fading away.

As the weeks went by the storm had took over your body and you were stuck to the bed. 

The days grew colder and the time grew shorter. 

I thought if i could hold my breathe just a little longer i could preserve the last moments with you yet your body grew older.

Your mind grew weaker .

With One last christmas i could see you were barely holding on.

With One last joy and one last sight of all that you were and all that you had created to leave behind.

With one last rest , you closed your eyes and it all disappear.

And finally with your last grasp of this sweet and bitter  air , your mind went dark ,  your heart grew still.