Sometimes, before I fall asleep,
I close my eyes and try to remember,
Hoping to drift away in the comfort 
Of our memories; the time we stole.
From where, I don't know. 
But I am sure of this 
Instead of peaceful bliss
I receive a kick in my stomach
Too painful to describe
It reaches my chest 
Giving me shortness of breath 
All sense of comfort is lost
Somewhere in the time that we stole 
All that seems to remain 
Is an impossibly large hole 
Where my heart used to reign.