desouled

In my past I looked forward,
to see you again,
in this present,
I don't know,
how to forgive you.

There were entire nights with no shine,
and lonely mornings with hangover,
do I miss your soul?,
or I miss mine when your were around?

The story is long,
and I don't want to tell it,
most of the pain come to visit me,
at night,
in my dreams,
and run away in the morning,
when I wake up.
I think I will,
survive.