When i walk down the streets
i remember how i used to have someone hold
but now when i walk home at night
i feel so unsafe and unprotected
When i take a bus
i remember how i used to talk and laugh with you
or not talking at all but lying on your shoulders
i hate taking buses now
When its night
i remember the times when i would call you
or wait for yours
the nights no longer hold meaning
When its day
i recall the messages you would send me
or the occasional call i would get
but now i can only wonder about your day
The days are fruitless
The nights are cold and empty
The flowers are dying
and the sun does not shine as bright
without you here beside me
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