sitting in the dark
you were here
with just enough light in the room
to show me your tear
you were murmuring something
i couldnt hear
but i understood what you meant
even if it was unclear
i tried to hold your hand
you just disappeared

it was this very moment that i feared

i yell
i cry in despair

please let this be a nightmare
because ill die if i lose you

i swear

thank god i can’t write good poetry
the best poetry comes from pain and hurt if you ask me
so although i can’t write like i used to
at least it means i’m doing alright