Yesterday I cried in my sleep

I didn't dream, I just cried.

He’s gone. He’s gone. He’s gone.

I’m gone.

I’m not angry anymore

I just hurt.

Like a bruise that seeps past my skin

And into my bones.

I hurt.

I see him as if nothing happened

Happy, having fun, smiling –

in my dreams.

He left a disaster behind him

He left us scrambling to pick up

Pieces of broken glass

Pieces too shattered to put back together

Never to regain its former self – our former selves.

How am I suppose to move on?

You were all of  me

My heart. My love. My motivation.

Why try to put pieces together

When the main part is gone.

I just want to hold your hand.

To touch you. To feel you.

He’s gone. He’s gone. He’s gone.

I’m gone.

I’m not angry anymore.

I just hurt.

No. I’m hurt. I’m angry.

Angry at death for existing.

Angry at death for not passing you by.

Angry at myself for thinking I had forever.