I can't get enough You are becoming the air I breathe The water I drink The food I eat My sustainment
But you'll be gone soon I'll suffocate Die of thirst Starve My oblivion.
A love poem. My lover left tonight, not me...but for her career. And although it will be for the better, I wish she didn't have to go. What will I do without her? And it won't be for just a few days or weeks...it'll be almost 10 months before I can hold her again...oh the agony