Want your presence

l walk past those rooms,
 that were once yours .
In my thoughts,
Still echoes your words  .
can't really say,
That I would want my life any other way.
I know it isn't a sin ,
To want your presence again,
But it is surely depressing,
 to keep pressing,
 That empty painful feeling,
 Hoping for it to fade.
 I feel pretty psyched,
 And it would  have been nyc ,
 If I could still get  your advice