When it gets dense.

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I'll always remember September, wrapped up in sorrow
Shaking and crying, comforted by the closest to mind
Never getting a phone call or a message, wondering if you count the tomorrows
Like I counted the yesterdays, like I counted on you.

Three months or so after our existential disaster, you're back in my life again
Never could I ever think of truly pushing you out, only putting you on trial for ten
Or so days, like hospital ways,
We both know the halls so well
Both of us under the fatal prescriptions, yours was voluntary
I just tried to get better
With or without the chemical crutch, with the lover I couldn't touch
With the lover I couldn't love,
My heart, I severed the star nightlight
And slept in the dark for numerous nights
And only once did I cry
Because I missed you.

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