Wish You Were Here

We never think our lives, are in vain. We always believe we have purpose – even amidst the pain. Wish you knew. It’s hard to watch a loved one stumble, and drift away. Yet, it’s more difficult to watch the misery – while you try and make them stay. Wish you cared. I imagine the good years, was it reality or some sick dream? I consider the happy times, were they what they seemed? Wish you had stayed. We weren’t enough to mask the misery – or hide your resentful eyes . In the end we weren’t your happiness – weren’t important, life-long ties. Wish you were happy. We’re a vacant shell of memories, darkened with a cold, distant emptiness. We’re wretchedly dying inside daily – our broken hearts you will forever possess. Wish you were here.