He’s lost to me –
My heart is as empty as
An ever-expanding hole of
The blackest space
He is dead to me
And yet my mind cannot comprehend
My flesh cannot accept
My dreams cannot understand
That he is gone from me
And never coming back
He’s lost to me –
My heart is as empty as
An ever-expanding hole of
The blackest space
He is dead to me
And yet my mind cannot comprehend
My flesh cannot accept
My dreams cannot understand
That he is gone from me
And never coming back
Poems and Petals 
The grieving process. The head knows but it takes its time until the information is really stored.
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True Erika, hope you had a great weekend!
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I had a good one! Busy but progressive and that feels damn good 😊
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