The minutes crawled into hours. The hours crept achingly slowly into days. When the days became weeks I began to fall apart, and as the weeks lurched hopelessly into months, the numbness took hold of my soul and wrenched it to pieces.
My heart never even noticed when the months became years.
I am broken.
Every hour that passes.
Every minute.
I am without you.
You are not with me.
The weight of your absence presses a tonne of despair upon my every breath. You were my air, you were my light.
Without you I cannot see, I cannot breathe.
My chest tightens now, as I look at the photos of us together from those days; those special days.
We were together.
We were one.
On the good days I laugh at the memories we shared – the closeness we felt and the warmth that you gave me.
On the bad days I crumble, the pressure of my loss forces my head onto the table, I revel in the pain from the hard surface pushing against my temple. The pain is physical. The pain helps.
I lost you then, and I’ve been losing you ever since.
I am not me; without you I am nothing but a shell; an empty vessel drifting along the tide of life.
I’ve lost you.
And you are never coming back.
Well, not on my head anyway. I notice you have no problem growing out of my nose or on my back, you bastard.
8 comments:
That's a lot more poetic and tragic than my post about hair.
That being said, AWESOME.
Excellent.
i almost burst into tears until i read that last bit. then i giggled. :P
great - then it worked :-)
You get me with these EVERY time.
I was worried there for a bit about your well being.
Turns out your problems are much more severe than I could have imagined.
Back hair.
*shudder*
you should see my toes
That sounded so tragic. Wait I guess it still is. I'd be devastated if my hair never grew back on my head.
Every time. I fall for it. Every. single. time. Bastard. x
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