***A chair—just left untouched;
A cup of coffee—left unheld,
I'm still waiting for her all alone,
Missing the memories, old.
I, regret the things, left unsaid,
Wishing I could relive those moments,
Sitting with my arms cold;
Waiting for her to give me warmth.
Yet she never comes,
I'm just waiting for a humn,
Forgot to enjoy the little we had;
Now I'm just trying to fix the cracks.
Now, I long for her love;
Her warmth, but she'll never come.
Her memories, keeping me at bay,
But, I can't repay, what I should...
The hands—left unhold.
A story—left untold.
The promises—left unspoken.
A love—left unseen.
She was a piece—
No, my whole heart,
How can I live without her?
Please answer, end my hurt.
My love.
How will I live without your tender touch?***

I RLLY LIKE THIS and whoever went through smth this sad it must suck this poem is js fantastic