He's been gone for two and half weeks now, This is the longest I've gone without talking to him in over three years. I pass through every day, waiting for the mail, Hoping that there's a letter in there from him. I still cry myself to sleep almost every night. I always feel so broken. So used up. Every time I think of him I feel my heart break again. There's some nights when I'm on my way home, that I just end up driving around for an extra hour. I was sleeping with a friend of mine, but I came to realize that it's empty. There's no true love from either one of us. So I stopped. Now I'm just going through each day wishing he was still here.