And now, you're gone

It was nice to meet you.
It was nice getting to know the person of my life
even though he couldn't be mine.

It was nice to be with you all day.
It was nice talking to you in the rainy days
when none of us wanted to go out.

It wasn't so nice see you crying because of her.
It wasn't nice holding you till you could make yourself up again.

It was nice kissing some time after that.
It was more than nice to see you smiling again.
And because of me.

It wasn't that nice to let you go.
It was terrible going to your place and find nobody there.
It was unsupportable burying you in my heart and in the soil at the same time.
In fact, it was impossible to me.

You're still here.
With me.
Every second.
Every hour.
Every single day.

Sometimes I can feel you next to me.
Still breathing.
For a moment.
And then the moment is gone and you too.