When You're Gone

When you're gone, I stare into the sun for hours, hoping I go blind enough to never have to watch you leave again.

When you're gone, I pace madly back and forth, deciding whether to succeed in spite of you, or for you.

When you're gone, I still feel this burning passion to run to you, pick you up, and kiss you into the next lifetime.


But sometimes, when you're gone, I feel like I am headed to the afterlife alone-

Naked, cold, and screaming out your name.