[You're Not Around Anymore]

I stopped smelling the flowers.
Not because I lost my sense of smell,
but because I don’t feel the need to anymore.
I stopped talking to anyone anymore.
Not because I was mute,
but because nothing I say matters anymore.
I stopped thinking about anything anymore.
Not because I was unable to,
but because you are all I can think about anymore.
I want to be able to smell you again,
talk to you again, have more than a thought of you again,
but then, again, you’re not around anymore.