03.20.19 (it’s getting worse)

I had to look up the feeling
I’ve felt since you left
Feels like a lump in my throat 
I wish you’d come home

I know I’m drinking too much
Hard not to distress
When every minutes a mile
Between our last glance 

I cried the whole day
That you drove away
Felt every second divide
With each passing mile

Lost my mind 
One day at a time
Distracted by guilt
I miss you still

All seems avoidable 
Talk openly
‘One thing at a time’
Why was I so weak 

I feel you letting go
Though I don’t really know
I should have said something first 
Still it’s getting worse

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