It’s okay in the day
I’m staying busy
Tied up enough so I don’t have to wonder
Where is he?
Got so sick of crying so just lately,
When I catch myself
I do a 180.
I stay up clean the house.
At least I’m not drinking.
Run around just so I don’t have to think about thinking.
That silent sense of content
That everyone gets
Just disappears soon as the sun sets.
His face in my dreams seizes my guts
He floods me with dread
Soaked in soul
He swims in my eyes by the bed.
Pour myself over him
Moon spilling in
And I wake up alone.
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