my little secret

I don't write much any more, but when I do.
It all ways seems to revolve around you and what you meant in my life.
I've tried so hard to forget about the person you are,
and there have been many times when I think I accomplished just that.
But once I'm left alone with my thoughts, and the dark cold truth of who I am.
Once my heart and soul retreat to the memory of the life I had with you.
Back when optimism was waking up to your smile, music was your laugh, and that perfect sound was you calling my name.
Just having such a perfect being acknowledge my existence and have me be apart of hers,
was a experience I never thought I would have.
Time did not exist to us when in each others company.
Seconds, minuets, hours, days where nothing more than a annoyance.
I am aware that the image I'm painting,
is only my interpretation of what we shared.
But how I wish I could have shared this beautiful world you gave me.
This world where I can hope and dream in.
Because if I could share this perfect place with anyone, it would have been you.