Touching you as though you are still

Here, with me.

Each night, never enough.

Blaming you for leaving me, our nightly meetings

Effortlessly alleviating the

Anger I feel when awake and missing

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Tonight I will close my eyes and the

Yearning for your closeness will be satisfied

Our timeline

Forever broken by your death

Becomes my

Existence.

I spent my days in bed,

Not being able to get up or work.

Going insane and eventually homeless. Cold.

Alone. The need to

See you again, and hold you in my arms. Until

Longing created addiction and

Emptiness. I lost my home, my job, and well,

Everything. The day I lost you I lost my

Purpose. But I still have the beauty of being asleep.