A constant reminder

I often ask why 

Why I am so well me  

I often ask how

How this happend, How I got involved in the first place 

I often ask what

What would it be like if you never entered my life

I often wonder who 

Who all knows, Who all you have told 

I often ask where 

Where you were when you told them 

I often ask when

When was this all supposed to stop

But there is those little  constant reminders that I see

The breaclet 

That in your letters your always asking if I lost 

How am I supposed to move on when things of yours still show up

A stray sock 

A picture

A relitives coment 

My heart 

I'm lost and getting up is a constant reminder of the fact that 

Your gone 

 I'm lost  

I'm broken