I've a few things to tell you about since you left.
The air doesn't feel right on my skin.
The wind doesn't sound the same in my ears.
Every day without you feels like it's been 600 years.
The houses around me are filled with silence.
My chest aches with loneliness when I wake up at 3 am,
And reach for you, receiving only a fistful of empty sheets.
My love, your scent is starting to fade off my clothes.
But your face and your voice,
They're still crystal clear in my mind.
I'm afraid to say your name, my love.
Afraid it'll break me again.
I'm still trying to pick myself up after you said goodbye.
I think you cracked my ribs,
Because they ache with every breath.
My love, I wish you understood my pain.
I wish you could see,
The agony and hell I'm trapped in.
Your goodbye pierced me to the core.
My love, you left me to write these ridiculously cliché poems,
About sadness and pain,
Because that's what I'm drowning in- sadness and pain.
I sit up at night,
Writing poems in this silly green notebook-
You know the one. Right, my love? You've seen it-
To keep from picking up the phone.
I know exactly what I'd say if you ever answered, too.
"My love? I'm sorry.
I can't do this any longer.
I know you detested the thought,
But I can no longer survive this pain.
I am weak.
Just know, I never, ever stopped loving you.
It was always you.
It will always be you.
My love, you were my forever.
But I suppose I wasn't yours.
Find your forever, my love.
She'll never love you like I do.
I wish I could kiss you one last time, but alas,
I cannot.
Remember that I love you forever.
Goodbye, my love."
Then I'd hang up the phone,
And proceed to hang up my life.
Without you, I am nothing, my love. Nothing.
Never forget that I loved you first, last, and every day in between.
But I can't endure this agony much longer.
I'm slipping,
Destined to fall.
But this time you won't be there to catch me.
It's the concrete's turn now.
Perhaps you'll find my letter overdramatic and silly.
I don't mind. I've been known to have a certain flair for the dramatic.
But my feelings are anything but.
Make sure it says "Farewell to you, my love," on my tombstone.
So if you ever visit my grave you'll remember,
I loved you in life, in death, and the little moments in between.
