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It?s time for us to talk about why there is no need to shout.

It starts out in the cold and rain.

Always chilled to the bone.

Always wet.

Always thinking more quickly

Than the words can be created by the human voice.

Tongue-tied.

Tripping, falling, loving, bleeding.

Pain from the cold and loss.

Hidden tears because good girls, strong girls, don?t cry.

Blinded by the wet.

Lying in bed,

Never comfortable.

Always staring at the phone-

Just waiting for it to ring and be you.

The only thing that takes away this hurt

Is to replace it with another when I sleep

And have nightmares.

Constant worry.

Constant pain.

Constant tears.

Constant hope.

Constant wishing.

Consistency seems to be my nemesis.

Wishing for death to replace the pain.

It would feel better than this?

Remembering you.

Remembering your sleepy face

All those mornings as I harassed you

Into the waking world to be with me.

To look on me as I was looking on you.

Remembering smiles.

So many smiles.

Remembering your touch, feel and taste.

Your smell.

Your eyes not filled with tears

As mine are now.

Feeling widowed, but you are alive

In my heart.

Daydreams.

Daymares.

Nightmares.

Have I been asleep?

Memories flooding.

Eyes flooding.

Nausea

To palpitations

To choking

To screaming

Through every inch of my being.

My chest is caving in.

Hunched in the corner of a cornerless hallway

Because I cannot move.

Praying regardless of previous religious statements.

Damnation.

Watching the door  

Waiting for you to walk through

And tell me you want me to come home.

Crying so hard.

Wishing you would put your arms around me.

"It's ok"

"I love you"

Alone.

Drinking it away.

Killing it away.

Dying slowly.

Dreaming quickly.

Remembering all that loves.

It wasn't all bad because I can remember everything about why I love you.