Becoming a Memory

This is a lot to ask for,
When you left without saying goodbye.
You were naive to think that your death wouldn't affect anyone so badly.

To think I forgave you the second I heard,
It is hard for myself to accept this interruption in my life.
But as your presence has faded,
It's hard to say but you're just becoming a memory.

It was winter for a long time,
Cold, lonely, dark, and depressing.
My nights were hollow,
Still grieving, so much tears.

Oh so much tears were cried that year.