On the verg of being my own river.
Where are you now? Are you thinking of me?
It's no longer important..

I miss you, and you.
You were my sun shine.
You were my secret.
With you and you I was whole...
Now I'm not.

I can't look at you.
You aren't the same.
Will you ever recognise me again?
I hope so.

I hope you think of me.
I wish I would mend.
I hope seeing you tomorrow wont break me even further.