Sometimes I get this weird feeling about something weird going on. I don't even know if or what; I just have a strange concern. Obviously, you can't do much with a feeling, so you just have to try to forget about it.
But that level of concern is still there, down deep in your throat as you wait and wonder.
I sat there in the quiet dark and wondered what it was that I felt. Life keeps on, but in the back of my head, something isn't right. I realized that I felt like a light had a gone out.
What makes me mad is that it didn't have to go out. Everything feels a little darker now.
I'm trying to grapple with the reality that you're gone, you're never coming back. And you didn't have to leave. I wish I could have called you in time. You knew we loved you. Someone got in your head and told you we didn't.
It's no use: I can't get you back. But my heart is broken.
