I Hope There's Love in Letting Go

Sunday

Said I stopped counting the days, 
but I haven't. 
Our friend said it'd get better, 
but it hasn't. 

Life overflows, but I just notice  
your absence. 
And if love heals, then why does 
ours hurt? 

And if time heals, 
why do I still hurt? 

Still haven't felt the hour 
where I've loved this life without ya.
I miss you... 

In moments that have nothing to do with you.
On a Tuesday morning, and a Sunday, too.
I think that surviving is unforgiving. 
I'm always feeling that there's something missing.
No reasons why in all this time...
It's been too long since you were alive. 

Thought I'd let go, 
but I just held on tighter. 
And this whole in my heart  
Just keeps getting wider and wider. 

I wish that my breaths 
would come a little lighter. 
But when I see you're not here, 
my eyes leak with fire. 

Still haven't felt the hour 
Where I've loved this life without ya.
I miss you... 

In moments that have nothing to do with you.
On a Tuesday morning, and a Sunday, too.
I think that surviving is unforgiving. 
I think I can feel that there's something missing. 
Found no goodbye in all this time. 
It's not fair that you're not alive. 

If I save up all my days, 
could I give them all to you? 
I sometimes wish someone would come 
and take away mine, too.  

I miss you... 

In moments that have nothing to do with you. 
On a Tuesday morning, and a Sunday, too.
No reasons why. No goodbye. 

What I'd give to still have you alive.  

'Sunday' - 01/10/22.
For Caleb.