That has engulfed
All that I once enjoyed:
Food no longer tastes
Reading provides no respite
The night sky no longer glimmers
And every waking hour
Is a reminder
Of failure
Of your absence.
There is a torture
In being awake
The mind still works
A million miles an hour.
You’re leaving on your trip today
I don’t want you to have a good time
But I’m sure you will.
I imagine you’ll fall deeper
And perhaps someday he’ll propose
I can feel the sting of the tears
As they run down my cheeks
Years from now
Without you
The thought of being
Anything at all
Sounds like torture
The only salvation
I experience
Is the nothingness I find
At the bottom of many
Many drinks
And in doing so
Forgetting that I exist
At all
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