I strip away that skin,
the flesh and bones
until nothing is left,
but a single sad sob
in an empty world.

You mind your steps
   after you've stumbled.
You miss your home
   after you’ve left it.
You value your health
   after you’ve been sick.

But you can’t enjoy life
   after you died.

I always thought we were the perfect match.
But matches are meant
                                   to ignite
                                         and burn out.

It's the days when you don’t cry,
But you don’t smile either.

It’s the days when you’re quieter than usual,
And people notice.

It’s the days when you aren’t quite thinking about anything.

But if someone asked you what was wrong,
You wouldn’t know where to start.

"When the sound of his warm breath was not enough
to fill the emptiness in our conversations,
I knew it was over."