Ripped Jeans and Ripped Hearts


You are still alive inside of us; your heart beats with the days. With sunrise and sunset. You are alive in our dreams, you are in the grass and in the sky.

In my memories you are laughing, you are still smiling, still loving, me, her, him. Some things cannot be taken away.

Everywhere but unseen, the old tones still ring true, in that moment when nothing hurts, I see you and it's ok. If you've left love, then maybe you never really leave.

Love is there, gently simmering in the heart, always the proof that we're alive and we achieved something. The same blood runs in my veins. From you, from her.

You are still alive somewhere, in my memories and in my hopes. I'll make you proud.