Somwhere Between Now and Then

Somewhere between now and then, your face turned into photographs, making sure to look at them everyday so I do not forget what you look like. Somewhere between now and then, your voice turned into videos, replaying the last few seconds so I do not forgot what you sound like. Somewhere between now and then, walking on court became painful and sad, knowing you will never be there. Somewhere between now and then, the thought of you turned from laughter and happiness to crying and pain. Somewhere between now and then, I lost all will for life because the struggle and pain of missing you is too much to bear. Somewhere between now and then.