What Comes After

It was never the throws of passion
that we shared together that I miss
most about you, it was what came
after...

It wasn't the long walks in the woods
to get lost together that I remember
most about our weekend getaways,
it was what came after...

It wasn't being able to see your face
after too many hours at work that
got me threw the days, it was what
came after...

It was the look in your eyes as we
stared endlessly at each other for
what seemed like an eternity on end

It was the lack of fear of finding our
way home because when we were
together, everything was going to be
fine

It was being able to talk to my person
to unload my troubles from the long day
but now that you're gone, I'm left to wonder

What comes after...?