When the bus door, bathroom door, bedroom door closes, there you are.
The pain resurfaces and the tears threaten to roll.I sneak a moment of sadness so to not dispel my acceptance.
There you are. Seeping out of me. The love you brought me. Now the sadness you bring me. And I miss you. And I\'m sorry. I\'m sorry I wasn\'t there. But wherever you are now, I hope you can feel my love. Because my love feels for you.