Poem

I walked past someone in the halls today

A complete stranger

Well, I don't think you know a strangers name

Their favourite food, colour, hairstyle.

But, at the end of the day 

It's a stranger. Someone I had to say goodbye.

I still dream about you at night, I still hear your voice laughing my name in the wind when I walk.

Your face is in all the trees and clouds, its like a haunting memory of your presence in my life.

An area now left bare, an empty hole yearning for your comfort , for you to come and fix.

I'm sorry I always wanted you to fix me , all my mistakes and mishaps that you didn't need to put up with.

At the end of the day though, I'm glad you're gone, I'm glad you're healing and getting happier, ever if it means I get worse.

Aslong as you're happy, I am too, yet deep down we both know that's not true.