Lonely minutes

I look forward to long car rides alone, so I can cry.

It is the little things running through my mind that cause my soul to weep.

The sight of your clothes stil hanging in the closet.

The feel of summertime without you.

Remembering our time together.

The idea that I will never again see you smile.

When someone dies you dont just lose them once.

So I look forward to those lonely minutes. Where I can think these thoughs. And cry.