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If tomorrow starts without you I'd crush the reality of you not being around anymore and tuck it behind the curtains along with the sunshine, force my eyes shut and go back to sleep oblivious to the living nightmare.
If tomorrow starts without you your words of wisdom and advices I'd gather, and store it in my hazel brown cross body bag so that I wouldn't forget to carry it everyday just beside me.
If tomorrow starts without you it'd be hard so hard to gulp down the harsh lump of you not being around anymore that I'd have to drink water to help it down my throat.
If tomorrow starts without you the voices in my head would be confined to the four walls of my washroom. A realization so predictable that the four walls and everything would have no capability to bear all the voices except you.
If tomorrow starts without you my mind would be so overburdened exasperated that even my journals cannot handle all the bleeds of my mind.
If tomorrow starts without you images of your beard turning grey, eyes painted black underneath ears, so patient and your shoulders a haven where you kept me would flicker in my mind like some sort of hallucinations. Bit by bit I'd rearrange all the images until I fix the puzzle to see your face.
If tomorrow starts without you I'd diligently search every clothe of yours for the haven I crave for, the despair in me would search for hope in every uneaten dish of yours. I'd scurry to sip from your water bottle fingers crossed, hoping it'd bring me back to you. Until my actions prove nugatory.
If tomorrow starts without you I'd bestow my eyes extra bags and sew them beneath one another so that it could cry endless tears until there are no more and are left dry.
If tomorrow starts without you you'd leave a hole in my heart replacing it with a goodbye. I'd search for the irony in all this. You'd make me lose faith in goodbyes. Because goodbyes are never good and will never be.
If tomorrow starts without you I'd chant prayers and curl up in a ball placing all the grief in between this curled up ball mess that I am.
If tomorrow starts without you let me sleep and call me when all this is over.
