I'm cold
I feel something on my chest
It started in my stomach and felt heavier, horrible, climbing up my throat
He is there
But it is all a dream
I take buses and trains
I hitch rides
I walk until my feet bleed
He is so close yet I cannot reach
I'm a woman now, no longer a child
Maybe he doesn't recognize me
I call him name
I dial his number, each time straight to voicemail
I'm so close to him, I can almost see him
One blink
He's gone
Further than I last saw him
I call him again
Screaming his name
He doesn't turn
Does not hesitate with each stepLife passes him as if I don't exist
I believe the nightmare is true...
I cry
I feel an ocean of endless, unbinding agony.
When I awake short of breath
I find it all a twisted dream
And yet
The agony stays
Unwanted, rooting itself in the darkness of my heart.....what's left of it
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