Every time I feel the loneliness coming back, every time I feel the emptiness coming towards me…
I hold on.
Every time I feel a memory slipping I try as hard as I can to bring it back to me, hoping that a mere memory can help this empty feeling that creeps in slowly in the middle of the night.
There are worse things I could do…
I could forget you and erase all the memories I have loved and cared for with my life.
I could smile and fake my way through happiness without you.
I could hug and kiss others, who are not you, and make them think they have a chance.
I hold on.
I would smile and laugh and make them believe I've passed through it.
I would hug and kiss them, make them believe me when I say I'm okay.
I would shrug when they asked me if it ever bothered me once again. I wouldn't know, it still bothers me now.
I could walk with them every morning, every night, and still have to convince them of my feelings towards your absence.
I would pat their cheek, kiss where I had touched, and walked away, another broken promise walking by.
I hold on.
I could, I would, but I know you wouldn't have.
I hold on.
Some feed back please...
Until Next Time,
Darkofthenight.