Living alone, and seeing you in stone hurts.

It pounds into my heart like a wrecking ball.

I come for a visit on a dead day.

I cry over your grave.

The cold wind freezes the tears on my cheeks.

The beautiful roses I brought bring beauty to the lonely, and dark place.

The wind swirls my hair as I try and hide from my inner demons.

I fall to my knees in front of your stone, as my heart breaks once more.

A small rain begins to fall, and begins to blend in with my falling tears.

In my hand I have a piece of paper.

I have written three simple words.

I MISS YOU.

Those are the words that decorate the paper.

I begin to cry.

I scream into the wind, as my heart breaks.

I NEED YOU

These are three simple words.

Nothing will ever make me feel alright.

The cold stings my throat as I begin to sing into the January air.

The three last words are the ones that makes everytihng feel close to alright.

The three simple words.

I LOVE YOU