Life without you is dark and cold.

My finger no longer feel, for the coldness have spelled them numb.

Life without you is dreadful.

I can’t seem to find energy, nor can I see sleep.

Life with out you is dead.

Your glowing presence and loving nature is gone.

Color has ceased to exist and with it happiness.

I wish you’d come back, but you never will because I grew up.

You can’t bring back your childhood self.