When You Are Not Here
The world is so pale when you are not here
So ghastly white and sickly green
I swear the people aren’t even what they seem
The world is so fragile
The sidewalk will crumble and break with each step that I take
When you are nowhere in sight
The skies are no longer blue they are black
So vividly dark as my mood when you are taken ill
I feel the pain you thrived on for many days afterwards still
The scenery stays the same
Yet I feel the change of the weakest knees and trembling shoulders
When you aren’t around to keep me sturdy.
I mourn when you are not here.
So get better soon, find a will and a way to survive the afternoons
Because for now the shades are fading in and out and I am growing more transparent
We are one so without you
I am also not here
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