What am I gonna do?

She departed 11 days ago.

Her stuff in the apartment keeps me company. Maybe it’s not healthy it’s not a clean-break.

In periodic contact…it feels, one foot in, one out. For both of us.

Trying to hold my head up. Tryin’ to live.

Truly live.

4 years 9 months 10 days together.

“Still I wait,

With a hole…

A hope, inside of me…”

Do I still have blood to bleed?

Still I wait…

…a hole

A HOPE

“…until we meet again…”

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