I miss you.

I can repeat these words over and over again yet it would not adequately express how I feel.

Perhaps words are not enough. Perhaps I’m not eloquent enough.

But words are all I am left with. Or the lack of.

Spring came. Hearts bloomed and blossomed while birds chirped merrily. Swiftly the seasons changed and there was grey. Then came the rain pouring, from my eyes.

Back to being by my lonesome, armed with nothing but memories to continue on this journey. Memories that brings a smile, red eyes and then some…