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Sometimes I miss you so much

that day becomes night so quickly

My child could be calling my name

as I stare into a world that

no longer exists

Memories shattered

like a glass fallen on the floor

I try to reach for them

to recover what once was precious

And begin to bleed

My blood, so meaningless

As I lay in our bed,

don't know what day it is

Sunday... Monday

Tears can't be controlled

Can't be kept in

People say to let you go,

but how can I let go

of something that kept me

so alive

Days when laughter was so pure,

now they are days when tears are...

Sobbing... laughing...

don't know which one to do

Knowing your dead..

and that I'm alive

makes me want to die

I look to my companion,

I'm sorry..

I can't help but sob

Wishing I can one day

become alive again

To resurrect from

this grave of a life

since the day you left