There you are in the pit of my stomach. Waiting there with all the sentimental treasures waiting at your fingertips. Not a matter whether good or bad. They were you, when you were here. And I find it so hard to let go, because that’s all I have left. I look out at the sky and find it so hard to believe you’re out there, somewhere, seeing the same moon and stars as I do. But no matter how much I don’t believe I still try with all my might to find you in that view. Even though, through my daily commutes I try and forget you. Everywhere I look there’s something to be remembered. I don’t know what I’m holding on to or why anymore. We are not what we may have been before. But there is something there, that won’t ever leave. Maybe that’s all it was meant to be.