I sit beside this window each day hoping you’ll come back from your journey
Wondering when and where ill see you next
Each time our song plays my heart brakes again and again
Knowing your no longer thinking about me
There is nothing left to hold onto
God I wish there was
A scent
A picture
A letter
Don’t say you have nothing of me
You have my heart

Shani Buckle

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/something-to-hold-onto/