Hole

Nothing
makes up
for
the loss
of
you,
not
pretty words
or
songs
or
anything.
There
is
a
hole
at the
centre
of
my being
where
my 
soul
used
to
be,
where
my
heart
used
to
be.
I feel
your loss
as keenly
as 
the day
I lost you.
More,
actually.
The only way
I
can cope
with it
is to say
that every day
is
one
day
closer
to being
with you
again.
I'm 
counting
the
days,
my love.
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Death

When
Death
comes

will greet it
with
a
sigh
of
gratitude
that
the weariness
of days
alone
are
finally 
over.
When
Death
comes,
I
have no
regrets,
not one
and
I
will
enter
that 
embrace
gladly,
willingly,
with all
the love
in my heart.
When 
Death
comes,
it
will
wear
the face
of 
my beloved,
and I
will be
forever
content
to rest
in
his 
arms.
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Ghost

You
your spirit
haunts me
my love.
You
are 
the quiet
presence always 
at
my
shoulder
and 
every
day

am driven
to
tears
without you
here
with me
in
the flesh.
Though 
I am
grateful
you 
are close,
I would so
love
a hug,
a smile,
one
of
your laughs.
I miss you.
I love you.
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Still of the night

In the still
of 
the
night,
when
the world
sleeps,
I cry
for you
for
us
for all
the time

have to spend
away
from you
until
I
can be
in those
sweet
arms
again.
Come
back
for
me
please.
Soon.
Now.
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Insomnia

I 
miss it,
my love,
the sound
of
your
breathing
in sleep,
your heart
beating
next
to mine.
I
miss
it
so much.
I
miss
you.
Goodnight,
darling
sweetie.
💔
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Better

People
tell
me,
all
the
time,
it'll get better.
Give it
a
year,
and
you'll feel
differently.
Does

person
who's lost
a
limb
get
better?
Will a year
make
a
difference
to
them?
The only
difference
between
an
amputee
and
me
is that
you can see
what
they
have lost.
I have lost
my heart,
my soul,
my everything,
and yet,
I live
and look
whole.
This is
my
sin.
This is
what
allows
people
to 
decide
that
I will
get
"better".
And all those
well-meaning
people
who say
that it will
"scar over", that
you'll still walk,
but
with a limp
to remember
it
by,
simply do not
understand.
I walk.
I put
one
foot
in front
of
the
other.
Because
I need 
to 
take
care
of things,
as
he
would 
want
me
to.
But
I
am
empty
hollow,
walking,
breathing
but
already
dead.
Do not look
to me
for
comfort.
I have
none
to 
give.
I
walk
and
I
wait.
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peace

I haunt 
cemeteries,
empty 
churches,
funerals.
I
find
that
being among 
the dead
brings me
far
more
peace
than
being among
the
living.
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