When It Hurts The Most

From the moment I wake,
with every breath I take,
Still fill my dreams at night,
miss arms squeezing tight.

Every moment of each day,
thoughts of you drift my way.
This spell you have over me,
now so blind I can not see.

It hurts the most, all the time,
pain sears this heart of mine.
Not a day passes I don't cry,
ask the same question, why?

Heart melted when we met,
gave love I can never forget.
Fell in love, now its to late,
was it by chance or by fate.

Sweet memories linger here,
jumbled within tears and fear.
It hurts the most everyday,
to see our dreams drift away.