I talk to strangers

I can’t tell you how much I miss her or I might begin to cry it may just be the idea of her and my memory is a lie either way, there is a deep-rooted longing the need for companionship and belonging someone to share my love and passion feel free to call me old fashioned but I miss her whoever she was or could be her that fulfilled all my needs where have you gone the love of my life I know the answer I know that you died tell me how I fill that void that hole where a heart once sat now those feelings I try to avoid now I only deal in facts the fact is I talk to strangers about everything but love how can I tell them how much I crave her about what really is and was now I use my body to numb the pain so many strangers so many forgotten names I can’t name her or remember her voice I can’t even say she loved me back or that she really had a choice so please please cut me some slack if I step out of line and if I look a little down please ask again if I say I’m fine.

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