Wet Cheeks

every morning we stare at the ceiling
counting until the day ends
the emptiness stops, the pain fades
we avoid those happy memories
that make us forget the pain inside
every second, the time
stops, when i remember
all the ways you made me smile
tears on the place you used to kiss
shaking those hands you used to hold
each night i try to not destroy myself,
me, that person, you used to love