I miss you so much, why did you have to go?
I know it's summer, but it feels like snow.
It's not raining, but it's pouring out.
Will I ever see you again?
I highly doubt.
There will be no more tomorrow.
There will be no more next week.
There will be no more walking down by the creek.
There will be no more holding hands.
There will be no more kissing.
There will only ever be something missing.
There will be no more waiting until you come back.
There will be no more watching you,
pretend to be all that.
There is no more having, just wanting you.
There are no more magical things we do.
There will be no more quite nights,
when you proved being with you was right.
There is no more sneaking around,
behind and in the dark.
There is no more 'us',
there is no more spark.
There is no more joking, and pulling you close...
There is only me, wanting you most...