The Whiskey Taster’s Flavor Guide

8 Years and It Still Hurts

Its coming up on 8 years now

since you have passed away

and here I am so painfully sad.

How can I be okay?

 

A part of me has gone with you

and now Im not complete.

Inside Im breaking down each day.

Im on the verge of defeat.

 

It hurts so bad inside right now.

Im finally breaking down.

This happens to me every year.

Im empty with you not around.

 

Always know that you are that special part of me,

the part I cant have back.

I miss you son and its so hard here.

Without you my world is black.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2007

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