Sitting in the dark...

The only light is from the screen.
I look around but only darkness.
She sleeps, soft and sound in her huge bed.

All worries dissapear.
Someone who knows what its like to lose something so badly.
To miss it so dear.

Someone who constantly tries to bring up her past.
She talks about it, but no one truely understands.

Trying so hard to remember.
Every detail.
Every smell, every sound, every face, every name.

Close your eyes, while you have it still in your memory.

But still, no one, will understand.

We share different past.
Long past. Multiple past.

We know what its like to know so many places.
So many sounds, so many scenes, so many different people.

It feels good to have someone that knows what its like.
It feels good to have that reassurence.

(: Thank you K.E.M