Your absence only grows heavier with each passing day. How do I forget when this town is filled with your ghost? All these places I run to, there you are; if I could just turn back time, you would be there. But instead, I am stuck standing alone with a memory of you so vivid it is almost tangible. Sometimes I procrastinate, thinking if I wait long enough you will call. The excitement of seeing you in the morning has never left, but now it just serves as a reminder that you are gone.