I don't feel you anymore. There were days when all I'd do is dream about speaking to you again and sharing my newest favorite song with you. Knowing that only you would understand. But then today I realized how long it has been, with the third anniversary of your death just around the bend, I haven't spoke to you in what seems like ages and very well could be. Tonight we'll talk though or maybe I'll talk and you'll just listen like we used to. Then in my imagination you'll smile and there will be a heavy silence that fills my lungs. And I'll wake up tomorrow and listen to the noiseless morning and wait to here what will never come. I shouldn't have let him take you so soon.