Sunday, October 26, 2014

Years, months, weeks, days, minutes, seconds

Time's been passing
Where are you?
What are you doing?
Remembering you
sends chills to my secret places
The thought of you with someone else
Invades my mental space
Four year old questions still linger
If I say "I miss us"
You say "Stop being childish"
Have you missed me? or even cared?
Yet I still think of you
When all other thoughts leave
You show up
My emptiness still remains
Along with the frayed remnants of a broken heart
I get no compassion from you
Playing a one sided game with myself
The pain makes me want you more
Miss you, even need you more
In my own hell going out of my mind
Wanted the next years, months, weeks, days, minutes, and seconds with you is all

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