Missing a Piece
Why?
We could of spent the last of our days together
It could of been both or none
We could of both died together
instead of one living
in the absence of the other
The cure that your death gave me will never cure my heart
I feel like I am fighting for my life
even though I am alive
but certainly not well
Your life gave me air
Your smile gave me happiness
Your words gave me forgiveness
Without you I have none of that
Every breath I take will remind me
You no longer breathe the same air
Every laugh will take me back
To when we could share our laughter
The game of life I play will always be missing a player
Every day it makes more sense
through my confused and angry brain
I know
You left so I didn't have to
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