You left
Your heart gave up
I'll always ask myself why it did
Did it give up on me
Did it give up on us
Or maybe it just happened and there's no reason for it.
***
Your love
Your laugh
Your stupid jokes
Your kindness
Your passion
Your little dances
Your weird sexual comments will never make me roll my eyes again.
The world without you does not make sense
It barely exists…
***
You asked me if I could imagine my life without you
and I said nothing.
I really thought I could.
Little did I know there's nothing to imagine.
There's no life after you.
About the Creator
Martyna Dearing
Martyna Dearing joined vocal right after COVID started in April 2020. Since then she got a few Top Stories, republished her book "Green Card Marriage", and self-published a book of poems titled "Loved, Death, and In Between".
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