I Still Do

Were you the one the other night?

That showed me there’s a light.

Were you the one the other night?

That reminded me how to breathe.

You said you’d be with me forever,

and I said it back. I meant it. I still do.

Where are you now?

I’m afraid to open my eyes.

I felt something that night.

Now I’d like to think it was you,

doing your best to confort me,

trying your best to stay with me.

I can’t help but wonder what life would be like

if you were standing right here, 

if you were holding my hand, squeezing me tight.

If you hadn’t died.

Every morning when I wake up,

a part of me wishes I’d stay asleep right next to you,

but then I get up with no tears to dry;

they’ve all gone inside.

How can I tell you I can’t let you go?,

and, would it help at all?

You’re somewhere else and I’m still here.

To think of our past bliss from my misery.

I think I'm losing my mind.

Maybe it's for the best,

so I would not try to give my life

to bring yours back.