Wasted Time
Jack, life is not getting any easier without you. But I cling onto the hope of one day feeling you and seeing you and hearing you again.
I do feel you sometimes. In the morning chill I feel your touch. Even when I pass the lake we loved too much. That lake where we spend too much time and too many moments when we could've seen so many places. It wasn't wasted time however. It could've never been wasted time, especially when I was with you.