I thought when love for you died, I should die.
It's dead.  Alone, most strangely, I live on.
~Rupert Brooke

i live on to see longer days without you,

to wander by the brooks, to walk the streets.

i live on to sleep with a broken heart,

and a sad song playing on a loop.

i live on to look at the little things that remind me of you,

your photograph with that infectious smile and wild eyes.

i live on to smell off the dry perfume on your shirt,

the one you wore and left behind.

i live on to fight the urge to hear your voice one last time,

to hear you laugh that vibrant laugh and the way you'd call out my name.

i live on to wait for days to just pass me by as they should,

and the nights, the black, moonless nights.

i live on to wake up the next morning wishing it were a dream,

i live on hoping against hope that you'd fall in love again.