I don't know how to continue —
Without knowing you.
Your goodbye
Left me a stranger
                  to this world.
The days
Are weeks.
The weeks
Are years.
The nights
Grow darker.
Each winter,
Colder.
You took my love,
My heart.
My lungs.
Hymns to the darkness.
Blood for the sun.
I wait.
I wait.
You don't explain.
Endlessly,
The daggers rain.

I hate you a lot, as in
  periodically rather than
    continuously because you keep me up
      at night.

      Either in my thoughts or on my
     phone you seem to be present near
    enough all the time and it sickens
   me to say this but when you say
  that I love you, you're probably
right.

k.g.