I'm withered.
I feel depleted in my guts. Robbed of something that was supposed to be a part of me
Oxygen deprivation upon waking even though it's with gasps i rise from the pillows.
I feel grief unmatched.
Nails claw at the skin covering my chest.
I've been told they hurt but i cant feel them.
I only feel compressed.
Short on everything. Answers. Solutions.
Hope.
Short on everything but love.
So i lay back down, falling onto the spaces youd be in a different life.
I'll let the whispers of possibilities carry me over into my dreams where you'll be mine.
I wake up again.
I wither in the absence.