Somehow I found myself standing in front of your home again.
A place that was once open 24/7 for me.
Somehow I found myself sitting on the bench where we once sat.
Crying as though you were leaving again.
Somehow I found myself calling your phone again.
A number that was once always in service.
“You love me?”
The last thing I asked you.
“Forget it, let’s end this.”
The words you wanted to hear.
“Let’s never met again,”
My rash promise that you fulfilled.
“I’m sorry”
You whispered with your last breath.
“But I love you,”
Your kiss goodbye, drowned by my misunderstanding.
Every time I wake up in the morning,
I wonder about what you’re doing.
Every time I check the mail,
I hope for a letter from you.
Every time I cook,
I make a serving for you.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
I asked too late.
“I love you,”
The words that once made your heart beat faster.
“Come back to me.”
The promise you can never fulfill.
Silence.
You have no more breaths to spare.
Silence.
You couldn’t feel my kiss, my tears on your face.
A year after you left I found myself at your final resting place.
Telling you the words I never had time to say.
A year after you left I found myself standing a bridge we once walked on.
Thinking that I saw you in front of me.
A year after you left I found myself looking at my reflection in the sea beneath me.
Crying because I all I see is you.
I reach out for your hand,
And the icy waves engulf me.
I reach out for your hand,
And I feel you warm my entire body.
I reach out for your hand,
And I feel myself getting closer and closer to you.
I wake up in the same place you died,
Except I’m crying when I should be laughing.
I wake up in the same place you died,
Except I don’t see you.
I wake up in the same place you died,
Except the doctors in white saved me.
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