little things still remind me of you so much.
How I keep on reacting to the simplest sounds,
wating for your voice or anticipating your hand.
Nothing but a click in the dark. Then I knew you were awake
and peace was gone 'till night and bed.
As good as it should feel- and it trully does-
to be no longer shadowed be your presence,
fear and pain still hold onto my essence.
Quiet promise of loneliness and disspair
while I ask myself about this void that makes it flesh,
how long will it take to dissipate into the air?
I try to believe I no longer care.
And though I've found a place to be
I know here too there's nothing meant for me.
No one's child at the heart,
just another sheep in the dark.
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