Life is good as such.

You were my first thought of the day,
Yours were the last before every sleep.
All the days since I have known you,
And all the moments in between.

When I would meet you,
Or talk with you in my dreams.
I was happy even to chat,
if that was for few min in a week.

But now broken too much.
Don't have left much.
I don't know, if I will love someone as much.
And perhaps I don't want to love anyone as much.

I still cry when I talk with you,
And I cry when I try not to talk with you.
Someday perhaps, I will have my peace,
And if not, life is good as such.