your soul, grew fibres to mine
i rip away–tearing our physical connection
your flame screams in anger
i’m pushing you away
i’m cutting you out
your flesh is ripping
and as horrible as the sound is
i endure it
flashbacks take my vision
i am blinded by you
letting go is not a want but a need
the place is different without you
all spaces are now altered because your existence is no longer
longer is what i wish you had and i don’t pray but here i am whispering to myself
asking for your comfortable rest
and for happiness, wherever you may end up next my friend
last night i dreamt of you
you asked me if i wanted to go walking
of course i said yes
i stopped walking and you continued
wherever you may be
i give you a piece of my heart
to keep you warm in the cold
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