It’s been seven hundred and fourteen days since you went away.
Delusional believing I hide it well, yet think about you every. day.
It’s been seven hundred and forty days since I last held you close.
Some days I think I’m going crazy…. And can feel your ghost.
Beside me… as I write this message and read it aloud forcing a smile,
I cried today for the first time in a very long while.
Reading your texts and the pictures you sent me,
I lost it on one of my last -telling you what you meant to me…
Your demons took you away from me & told you to die.
They told you I was better off…
They bamboozled you. Demons lie.
You whispered that I took your pain away…
But I guess my love dosage wasn’t strong enough.. to fight.
It’s been seven hundred and fourteen days since I slept through the night.