I am always right
Those of you who know me,
Know that I am always right.
And I'm not trying to be funny,
This isn't a joke,
It's the truth,
And I only speak the truth,
Otherwise I do not speak at all.
I am always right,
And I was sure that we would live together,
That we would die together,
That we would be buried together,
I'm always right,
So I was sure that we would be in-love forever,
And so I am so horrified to realize,
That:
I.
Was.
Wrong.
It's a horrific thing to lose somebody,
Who not only you loved,
But loved you back.
Because it's like a constant energy,
That flows between two people seamlessly,
I don't know how to explain it,
We could be thousands of miles apart,
And I could still feel him right next to me.
I could feel him thinking about me,
Missing me,
Wanting me,
Loving me,
And I can't feel him anymore,
And he is right in front of me,
It's like radio silence,
Static in the ether.
I keep sending out signals,
I keep looking,
But I can only sense my own despair.
This is what it's like when somebody you love dies,
It's only proof,
That there are no ghosts,
No angels,
No demons,
No God,
Because if there were I would still feel him,
If there were he would still consume me,
If there were his soul would still create a sound,
But I cannot hear the hum
in my ears.
When he was alive,
He surrounded me,
Absorbed me,
And now that he is gone,
I feel so empty.
I'm sure that there is nothing after death,
Because this silence is deafening,
I don't receive any signals anymore,
I feel nothing but my own pain,
And after this pain is gone,
There will be nothing left of me,
Just silence,
Radio static,
Quiet.
Because he is gone,
He has left,
And I am now alone,
Walking this earth,
Alive,
Yet dead inside.
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