Emotions remain on the fabric that held us... Lonely stains now imprinted in a cotton embrace...
As we frantically tried to save your life, You muttered so calmly... "Can someone please call my wife?"
One year gone... 365 days... And I'm in such a different place. 52 weeks later... And I'm still here... Remembering all that will never be erased.
Stars, stories, and silent tears... That's all you've given me this entire year.
Sometimes moments are mentioned and stories are said... But the way they're told... It's like you're already fucking dead.