Money and things don’t mean shit.
If you’re not here to share it with.
I miss you every day.
I wonder how I can make it through the day, weeks, months and years to come.
Nonetheless, it is true.
What they say.
Time goes on.
The pain of your demise – it subsides.
It ain’t easy though.
I still miss you.
That much is true.
I would give just about anything.
To see you.
To speak with you again.
You’re my friend.
I struggle on.
‘Though is not the same.
Robert Confiant 1 June 2015 (mod 12 March 2016)