I miss having something to do.
I miss having someone to hang out with.
I find things to do all day, then the daylight starts to fade, and I wonder now what? How can I occupy my time alone in the dark?
I heard that watching TV is a nice thing to do but this will flood memories of you. I could listen to music, but the music I like, we liked. Tears are sure to fall. What then could I do, sit and think of you?
Solitaire is a game for one, not much fun and hardly won.
I’m up and walking around, then I sit and think of you.
Is it pain I feel when I think of you?
Pain is not something I describe you as, so no.
Emptiness.
A void.
No hurt, no pain.
You did not hurt me baby, not now, not ever.
I love you - Still.
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