Heavy

Curtis and I were talking a couple of hours ago. Our pain landing on the same spot at the same second. Constantly calling each other because we know the same thing. "There is a heaviness on my chest," I told him. "EXACTLY!," he said. "That is exactly what I feel." It's as if there's an one more "I love you" that hid beneath my soul, falsely believing that you couldn't leave me until it exposed itself. But, you did. Now, it's crept out, looking for you. But you're gone. So it has no place to rest, except on my chest. And it's SO heavy.