I can't shake the feeling that you are gone.
Pacing through the kitchen hoping that I'm wrong.
Keep on thinking that last night you said goodbye
and the anger keeps on throbbing with the loud ringing demand of, why?
Used to being alone but somehow this feels new.
These four walls seem to have changed overnight like they have released the scent of you. Back to being mine and mine alone a palace built for one.
Not what I want. Not what I need. Just where I am.
Tears drip through the phone flowing through oceans begging for guidance. Please tell me what to do and the familiar advice slips easy through. Take a piece of your heart, bury it deep, lock it away, keep it just for you.
Don't let anyone close enough to touch the beating pulsing essence you must keep to survive. Build walls, strengthen defenses, build bars with smiles.
Not what I want. Not what I need. Just where I am.
Keep on thinking last night you said goodbye.
Can't shake the feeling that you are gone.
Twisting my aching gut in sheets slick with saddened salt, hoping that I'm wrong.