“Sore”

I had a dream about you and it woke me up at 2:17am. My right arm was wrapped up around your body that wasn’t there and I stumbled to the bathroom to vomit.

You’re gone.

I can’t tell you anymore.

Puzzle pieces are missing and can’t be found.

Itll be 798 days come this Friday and it feels like that’s enough...it feels like I should do why I do best and just let go and erase my hold on cleanliness.

Why not right? Get trashed. Be what you’ve been told you are:

Dead & Gone..,

Sincerely,

The person I am and won’t be after.