Seven Hundred and Fourteen

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.

 

 

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