I want to write,
but my hands are shivering.
I want to speak,
but I’ve lost my voice.
My head is bursting
from our memories.
Tears running down
as I lay lifeless on our bed.
You are gone,
but this home feels like you.
Are you really gone?
Why don’t you leave my soul?
Thank you
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Most welcome dear
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Painfully brilliant
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