and things pass,
They never change, and you can never go back;
But they pass
and you wake up one morning,
Realize that the spot next to you is never going to be filled with the person you thought,
It’s cold
and you turn to smile,
But there’s no one beside you to run your shoulder into,
And there’s only the stumble in your heart to remind you at all
it makes you angry every day
And even as you grit your teeth it makes you feel empty
Where does all the love go when you can’t pass it on anymore?















