It has been so long since I opened the cupboard we shared,
I live alone just the way I used to before we met,
He was the best chapter in my book but alas the end managed to seperate us.

I saw this rusty inkpot there,
Behind the camera I captured his pretty smile with
I shifted it aside and found a pen
And an old diary I used to write  poems in
It smelled like him, it smelled like us...

I remembered our first meet and last goodbye too...
I wrote, "wish you were here too"
But I remembered he always said
If I ever get lost and you can't find me,
Close your eyes n look through your heart
I know that's the only place where I shall be!
© Weirdo