A little more Everyday

I only miss you, A little you could say:
A little too much,
A little too often, and
A little more Everyday.

When they told me you were gone,
It was all I could do to keep trying to hold on.
Without you there to catch me, it was too hard.
I let go and fall, and it'd tore me apart.

These arms that once embraced yours,
Are now covered in bruises and sores.
Without you here to protect me,
I am nothing anymore.

These hands you used to hold,
Have been getting very cold.
Without you here to protect me,
I’m all alone.

-S.Reyes