Six years doesn't heal shit, just leaves the wound gaping

I wish I could have known her in life.
I only know her in death.
Staring at her pictures I feel like she's with me
My memory of her is all wrong because I've imagined most of it
I dreamt of her once. And only once.
We were reunited one last time after she passed.
I got to hug her goodbye and tell her I loved her.
That dream still haunts me because I wish it would happen again.
That woman gave me everything and I wish I wish I wish I wish
I could have done the same.
Six years doesn't heal shit.
Just gives me a better outlook on life and death
I'll never get to know her or anything about her
All I have left is an old rosary that I just won't part with
Genny, my love, if you're out there, please visit me in my dreams
Let me tell you how much I love you and miss you.
I'm being crushed underneath the weight of this grief.

Tu me manque.