Confessions of a Broken Heart in Mourning

I wish I could come clean,

to tell you how everything reminds me of you

and how nothing feels the same.

I want to tell you so much,

about how you make me feel still,

that this silence slowly eats away at me

that we said we wouldn't allow

the strangeness to come between again.

And yet,

here we are,

once again strangers with nothing to say.

Yet I long and yearn and ache

to simply and at the very least

hear you say Hi...