It's 3 am. Again.
I'm wide awake.
There's no reason for you to haunt me
And yet,
the permanent ache residing in my chest
is starting to feel normal.
I've begun to forget
the life I had before this.
I'm hollowed out,
my insides scraped away
by everything and nothing at all.
At night, I reminisce
half-fantasying a life we never lived.
And dully, I remember all the places our bodies met
but never touched.
My thoughts run away from me again.
I think of you. I think of me. I think of us.
No. There was never an us.
Not really.
There was always a space in between,
So we'd never had to feel.
And still, your departure has left me with a wound too deep to ever heal.

Well.

hey,
hey.

hey!

I've found it again,
the write things to say!

The words flow,
Like the blood often go,
A dry faucet nose,
****, it's getting cold.

The year,
Once passed,
Held winter,
And it's people,
All in one grasp.

The other hand,
It used to clap.

Applauding the crowd,
The unhappy people,
Cars crashed all around.

Mine crashed.

It's six feet underground.

But it's ok!

I'm free this day,
from all things yesterday.

This winter I remain,
All bits sane.

She's out of shadows
The sun shining on her face
As she walks to him.

I know you're not the one. But I'm lonely and a kiss is a kiss.