She’s the backbone Of the entire construct Of my life What will I do When she is gone? I’ll want it back This life’s construct Even as much as I hate it now I’ll want it back Now, I choke on my words I choke and I die A little more every day The living death What will I do When she is gone I won’t have to choke Any longer? Will I want it back? Oh God I hope not I hope I can live Without remorse Without regret But I know That simply won’t be possible Still and always The living death Until I am dead, Too.
Written by
Coco Densmore 57/Cisgender Female/Centralia, Washington