I Hope There's Love in Letting Go

In Everything

Morning comes while the sky's still dark. 
Lose the air in my lungs; you leaving left a mark. 
But it's a break that I won't let anybody fix; 
it's an ache that I'll never know how to miss. 

You know, it hurts like hell 
to not have the chance to tell 
the words left in my throat... 
Why did you have to go 
like that? 

Tomorrow pulls me in. 
Love's not a game that I win. 
But I swear I'll always find you 
in everything I do. 
You're stained onto my skin, 
memory locked within. 
I'll always have you 
in everything that I do. 

The seasons roll like the ceaseless signs 
of the 6-foot hole buried in my mind. 
Now my hands are cold and the sun is lost. 
I miss the golden days.
I miss the things you thought. 

You know, it hurts like hell 
to not have the chance to tell 
the words left in my throat... 
Why did you have to go 
like that? 

Tomorrow pulls me in. 
Love's not a game that I win. 
But I swear I'll always find you 
in everything I do. 
You're stained onto my skin, 
memory locked within. 
I'll always have you 
in everything I do 

(In everything 
I do, 
there's you, 
in everything 
I knew). 

Morning comes and the sky's still dark. 
I don't know how I made it this far. 
There's still a break that only you could fix; 
it's hard to mend, harder not to miss 
you. 

Tomorrow pulls me in. 
Love's not a game that I win. 
But I swear I'll always find you 
in everything I do. 
You're stained onto my skin, 
memory locked within. 
I'll always have you 
in everything I do. 

I know I'll always have you 
in everything that I do. 
Hope you'll always have me 
Will you always have me? 

'In Everything' - 09/11/23.
I miss the golden days. I miss the things you thought.

I wrote this for S2 of my new book 'The Girl from the Ground' - the prologue of which was just posted last night. It's a spin-off to my decalogy, The Boy from the Bunker series.