O love that will not let me go, I rest my weary soul on thee. My heart restores its borrowed ray that in thy sunshine glows its day.
I trace the rainbow through the rain and feel the promise is not in vain. The clouds be rolled back as a scroll; I did not make you up. You are real.
It is well, it is well, not yet with my soul. It is not a fairy tale rather a story of my life with you in it. I still cannot believe, still deciding on when to delete your contact, not knowing how I will celebrate my Masters without you.
How can I continue this journey knowing you are a memory. It’s painful, agonisingly beautiful to talk about you. I stare into space as I remember 27.12.19 it was late, dark, cold, drizzling yet you still showed up and now you’ve left me on the 28.12.21…
I’m numb, struggling to get an ounce of air, how do I do life now?
Tale as old as me, true as it can be, barely even friends, then you bent unexpectedly.
Somehow; our time and place is standing still yet love lives on inside our hearts and always will.
Sometimes our happiness is captured but now my sadness has been captured profoundly!.