Everyday things aren't the same anymore, Walking up, morning chores, moments of love. No days are busy, when I try keeping myself. Fading like pale sunsets under the clouds, Far away, I hope you're happy. No calling home, no falling back, Waking up just deprived. Not seeing you, not your smell, no touch to break my day. I am living, folding old days in new covers, Hoping somewhere you're happy. Sense of loss and hoping! #lonelypen #love #happiness #oldmemories
