Thoughts
“Staring blankly
at the ceiling,
I think of you.
The darkness consumes my thoughts,
that all seem to merge together as one anyway
when I think of you.
A tear stings my cheek
and I feel it fade,
but the dried up feeling lingers for a while.
Guilt punches my stomach,
wondering what it would be like to have you here.
I cannot even imagine it.
That how long it’s been. Too long.
My teeth clench
and my body begins to feel numb.
I’m ill.
Hoping I can fall asleep soon.
To forget the pain.
Forget the hurt.
But more importantly, so I can see you.
So I can see you once again
and forget what it’s like
to have to live every day without you.”
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