This week has been a right off and a few things have happened but I'm not wanting to go into details really, other than I've been quite upset and really depressed for most of the week. I wrote the poem below, that I'm going to email an some point, but not sure if today is the right moment. Its not completely my own work, a couple of lines or so I took from another poem that I liked and then edited it and reworked.
Poem.
I miss you for too long,
in too many ways,
that it,
the longing has now become another part of me;
engraved deeper with the passing of time and within the space between us....
I go to sleep,
I dream of you,
I wake up,
stretch,
breathe,
and I miss you....
I look at my arm to reset, where this is like a pinching, a jolt, to tell me that I am no longer dreaming of sorts,
should I try and let you go from my mind and spirit,
but wouldn’t that be like holding my breath, I cannot hold it forever....
and I could try and stop missing you,
but then I would stop being myself entirely,
as this is now the only part of you I have left.