It’s dark now, I feel like it has been like that
The whole day. Something I couldn’t get out of.
You, not being where you should be. You, not
Moving. You, not eating. You, unreachable, by
Plane, by car, on foot, I have to think about you,
So hard, so long, I won’t get you back, the way you
Should still be, alive, I sit here and my face feels heavy,
You should still be wearing your clothes and I
Shouldn’t bury my face in them, in their scent, looking
For you, aching, head to toe, every single bone in my body
Longs for you and your presence, I miss you, I miss you,
I miss you so much. Your death hurts too much.