He longed for someone he could not have
Looked for answers he could not find
Disregarded the tell-tale screams of the obvious
Each step leading him into a bottomless pit called forever
Without the one he loved
His body felt like a waiting lodge
Hoping one day the one he loved would come back
Hoping just maybe the one he loved would talk back
If he picked the phone and called
But each step led him into a bottomless pit called forever
Without the one he loved
The tale of the bereaved
I am afraid of death
It undervalues the definition of what a person is
Until we all become the same
The beloved, the body, the dead man, the non existent
But my biggest fear at this moment in time
Is the death of a loved one
It creates a different kind of time
A broken clock that can’t be reset
Hanging on my wall wrong all the time
What happens when the one I love
Stops breathing
Recurrent cries and pain with a heart that never lets go
Constant reminders of what I had and could have had
Thinking about what awaits me
My heart beats
For fear of one day ending up in that bottomless pit called forever
Without the one I love
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