I cried
I was angry.
I had fallen to a state of normality,
then it hit me
the blues had always been.
Wasn't like before though;
it wasn't over.
He was in my dreams;
haunting me,
trying to remind me
"I'm still here".
But I can't see.
so I searched
for answers,
reasons,
clues,
something
to erase the pain.
there was nothing,
and I couldn't seem to rationalize it;
why couldn't I help,
was I weak?
so I cried
he was gone and i cried.
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