I come back every day to write in a journal of mine 

A bit of my day I wish we could’ve shared

I know you will never be able to read it 

But a part of me hopes to see you again 

The world is small and unpredictable 

So just maybe it’s not that far fetched 

I write in a little journal to keep this delusion  

Even when you’re not here 

This journal is a reminder 

Of what you missed and all the things I hope to tell you about one day 

Maybe it’s unhealthy 

But I do this to keep the memories of you alive 

I don’t wanna forget 

Nor do I want you to forget me 

Some tell me to move on

But if I did what would happen to those memories 

If I don’t keep them 

Who else would be able to retell them 

Someday I hope to see you again