“Wishing you were here” it’s like one of those postcards isn’t it? The ones with the picture of people somewhere else and those four words... well, I wish you were here. Because there’s so much going on over ‘here’ where you were just a year ago. The changes here that you don’t get to see. The changes here that you don’t get to be a part of...
It doesn’t get easier, does it? But i wish it was easier; wish it wasn’t this hard...
I was hoping by now he would be just another memory. But no, I’m still wishing he was around every day and I’m sick of it. When I’m alone, all I do is think of you and the times we had. All those good good memories...
Time and time again I ask, why ______? Why can’t I forget you??
Seven weeks have gone by already. I still miss him. I still replay all those good memories. I still wish he was back. I’m still hanging on to the past.
The past has gone and now it’s the present. I can’t go back in time yet I wish I could. Then I could reverse what my friend calls the ‘domino effect’. But it’s not really the domino effect, is it? I just wanna change how it was then. Just wanna go back to then and do everything I wanted to do with him around so then I wouldn’t regret anything....
______, you’re like the wind, aren’t you? Winds that never come back to the original place....or are you the star that I can only see from afar?
Whatever you are, come back into my life yea? Come back and be that older brother you were to me...
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