The one left behind

I want to hold you in my arms and never let go. I want to remember what it feels like to wake up next to you in the mornings and see your sleeping face. I want to smell your hair again after you've just gotten out of the shower, and watch you as you shovel cereal into your awaiting mouth. I want to remember what it feels like to not be hurt, I want to remember what it feels like to not have your boyfriend be dead.