I often wonder late at night how it would've been.

All those memories locked away, safe inside of me.

I barely ever sleep at night as I think of you.

You can bring tears to my eyes or a smile to my face,

But that doesn't ease the pain.

I often wonder why it happened, why it was to me.

My heart yearns the touch that I'll never feel again.

During the day, I am strong, as you would've been.

But at night, I am lost. A prisoner to the dark.

People try to comfort me, but it doesn't help a bit.

I lock myself away, from the which I came.

I often wonder how it happened, how it really was.

People say you died in pain, others say you died peacefully.

I don't know what to believe, I don't know what to say.

I only know that some day, I'll be with you again.