The feeling of loss has not ebbed away yet. It rests with an empty thud, like knocking at an old door. I desperately wish I could have you back, in all your wet fear and anger and with all your baggage. I want you to put your cases on the porch and say "Let me in".
They say time heals, I'm not sure who they are, and maybe they're just saying it to sell watches. It would be nice to see how long it'll be before the hand moves from two, back to one. Right now it's ticking and it hurts.
Melancholy is a brooding emotion. It sits on your hearts tuffet like a sour child, head to the floor, lip split in a pout. The release comes from crying, and sleeping, and for those particularly indulgent, crying yourself to sleep.
Now that you are gone, I miss you terribly. I miss being held by you, they way or lips touched and the way we felt together. But we are now the opposite of two...
Just a lonely me and a lonely you.
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