Gone.

I see you are not here
and I know you are not here.
But I feel you are not here.
I do not feel me.
I do not feel you.
I feel the space.
I feel the emptiness.
I feel the loss.
I feel the pain.
I feel when you are not here.
I feel it now.

You Gave Me Your Heart.

I gave you my heart.
When you cry, when you hurt, when you breakdown, when you encourage pain, when you doubt,
remember your heart is fine.
Know it is mine,
know it is my heart you will be breaking.

The Last Storm

Every tear that drops is a tsunami to my body
It's happening
While my heart floods with gallons of memories
It's taking me
And each "I miss you" is a hurricane in my brain
Shaking my soul

I'm not whole.

A Spilt Connection

I rarely drank tea. I drink it often now. Two cups a day. Three when I'm sad. I know you drink it more than often, maybe four cups a day.
I just want to feel you again.

A Writer's Sixteen Day Love Story

You were here. I could not write, I could not express, I did not over think. But I did smile. I did love.
You are gone. I cannot write, I cannot dream, I cannot hope, I cannot understand. But I can cry. I do cry.