Losing the last little bit of me, was like getting smacked with a wave.
Wherever I was, you were there, in my heart and mind, but you were alive. You gave me purpose.
I was sinking, fallng, failing, and you reached in and saved me. You stayed by my side and held me. Loved me unconditionally. I was little and you were broken. We completed each other.
I got older and moved on, but you stayed and held on. Knowing that I would come home, but I couldn't. Now you're gone. And I hate myself, because I miss you.
My ode to you is not that of guilt, but of pleasure. You were the noise in the silence, the light in the dark, the beating of my broken heart. I couldn't come home and I think you knew that, but you held on and stayed strong, but i miss you.
You gave me purpose. A pleasure no one else will have. You were the best version of myself. A vision of pure love and innocence. You may be gone but you're still here. The noise in the silence keeping me alive.
