Sometimes, it’s a heavy weight upon my chest, withholding every breath.
Sometimes, it’s a strangers smile, a laugh, and it’s like you never left.
It’s thinking about everything you’ve missed that makes me miss you more.
It’s the stabbing pain of regret that I took you for granted before.
I want the everyday questions answered.
Your wisdom, and how do you know?
I’m left with not but an answer.
Just more questions why you had to go.
It’s the echo of a primal scream
of heartbreak and despair
It’s a deprivation, a forfeiture
Of all you are when you’re not there.
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