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 U 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.