It's worse at night. The thought creeps in and my inner demons are knocking down the walls I have attempted to build to keep them out. It's worse at night. Images of your face cross my mind. It's worse at night. I can feel your hands against me and your lips on mine. It's worse at night. I close my eyes and open them, suddenly you're there. It's worse at night. This false reality I am living that you're still around is killing me but it's always worse at night.

If I died today would you even miss me? Would you reminisce about the time spent loving one another? Would you visit the places we would go just to feel my presence? Or would you move on without any second thoughts? Days, weeks, months, and years will pass after I am gone. Will I just be some faint memory that ceases to exist in your reality?