3 months
And I’m still standing.
3 months
And I’m still here.
3 months
And I still miss you.
3 months
And I still wish you were here.
3 months
And I’m still lost without you.
3 months
And I’m slowly finding my way.
3 months
And the memory begins to fade.
3 months
And I still stop by your grave.
—Written by Sandy Heights