I hate what he’s done to me. What I’ve done to him.
I choke on my own self pity.
I cry out in pain.
The tears fall down my cheeks.

Empty.
I feel empty.



Without him.
Without his Warmth
Care
Want
Desire
Love

I miss him
I need him
I want him

But now
He’s gone
Like a magician and his puff of smoke
Just... gone.

Time freezes

And here I sit
Alone
Pitiful
Can’t breathe
Can’t swallow

Drowning in the lost love
Of him
Of me

Our connection blood deep
I feel what he feels

He cries
I cry

He dies
I die

We lie

Alone

But together.

Only with the essence of who we were

So yes
Emptiness is what I feel

Without him