All my unspoken love pouring out onto my face as tears,
your lost presence has let me lose half of myself.
I can only feel with half a heart
the other dying with you that day
and no other bonds can fit in the hole that was once filled by your love,
your joy,
your life.
I am torn between moving forward or staying in my purgatory
one that keeps you here with me
even if it's not physically.
If I had known what our last time would be,
I would ask for one more last time
be prepared to say goodbye and let you know all my unspoken love.
One last time to have your hug and know that though you're not here
you are
and I'll be okay in the world of the living
whilst you watch in the world of the beyond.
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Masterfully crafted for those who sing of love!💚
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Oof, this one hits right in the feels. Grief and love tangled up in a heartbreaking hug. Well done!