āIām still trying to pick up the shattered bits of myself Although I canāt quite seem to put them all together Some bits of me are lost in you, pieces that will no longer fit There are times when you cross my mind and I can smile at the times we spent together And nostalgia doesnāt hurt There are other times, still, where I canāt seem to get out of bed and your face is imprinted in my head And nostalgia is a knot in my throat Iām tired of writing about you, trying to make sense of your absence Trying to find a meaning in this loss, when I know there is no meaning at all The truth is, that love came and went It was there and then it was notā