Gone
9 years.
108 months.
39,420 days.
946,080 hours.
56,764,800 minutes.
3,405,888,000 seconds.
Without you here with me.
Time is of the essence,
And yet the lack of presence filled with devotion.
Makes me quiver with every last drop of emotion.
In this empty soul.
This empty body.
Because you are not here.
You left.
I was mad.
And as much as I wished you back.
Prayed to the sky to whoever would listen to this pathetic act.
Impossible.
Like rolling this quarter up a wall.
The cries from my defeat.
But it was actually your defeat.
Your sick body.
But your loving soul.
Made me lose all self control.
Effected but the affected of you.
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