Dead not forgotten draft 1

Heard a sad song, and now all I can think about is a cigarette. See a black car and I wonder if it was yours. I dont know how to grieve for someone who was so hurtful. I know you were hurting just as much, but you cant take it back now, nothing makes it better. I think I have more in common with you now, then I did when you were around. I wish it could have been different. I wish you hadn't been rotten on the inside. You would have been enough, if you had just been kind.