sat on the bench where I waited everyday for him...to come back to me Everyday I sit in that park and hope to hear his voice that sends chills down my spine When ever I look beyond the hill I remember the times where we spent together We laughed, we argued, we cried, and we kissed Moments that were irreplaceable I miss the times where I would jump onto his back and make him carry me around Or the random times we suddenly decided to take a walk at 3 in the morning At times I dream of his face, where he would embrace me only to wake up finding he was no longer here There are many memories he left with me and it hurts me that we couldn't continue to make more Sometimes I would take out his journal he left for me with words that pierced through me telling me he was sorry he couldn't take of me any longer, to find someone better. because a dieing person is not worth enough to be loved In these moments of solitude I yearn to see his face, just one more time Then everything would be alright