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3-14-04

1:53 am



I lay here crying.

My tears wiped by the a-shirt I sleep with.

An a-shirt I sleep with because it smells of you.

An a-shirt with your make up on it.

An a-shirt now wiping my tears.

Occasionally a tear is missed.

It lands on the photo I can�t pry from my hand.

Or it lands on the page blurring my words.

Blurring them like my life.

I cry in silence.

No one to trust in sharing this pain.

Holding my breath if I hear any moving.

Hoping and praying that no one hears my stifled screams.

Choking as I cry trying not to breathe.

Coughing fit kicks up.

Stomach in knots.

The pain of it all too much to bear.

The emptiness left in your wake will be unfillable.

The place in my soul that was touched will be forever marked.

My heart rebuilding walls as we speak.

My brain understands.

My body will continue along the path.

But my spirit will never again be whole.