Since you've gone

Last night I dreamed about you. That kind of strange dreams.
My father bought a gas station and we were trying to get rid of some mess.
There were lots of streets with no pavimentation and because of that there were dust everywhere.
In one of those streets there were this old hut with some pictures of you. In most of them you were smiling. It seemed you were in a party...
And it brought a branch of memories I kept hidden for so long. Love went away a while ago. There is just this emptyness that sufocates me once in a while.
Wish so many things.
We used to get wasted from so much conversation. We were so many things together.
Would I dare myself to get to investigate that very situation in which you went away?
I feel that there will be always an empty spot inside. That was yours. And it won't be nobody else's.
Haven't done anything today.