All it takes is us to be apart for a day, our routines are disrupted, fingers fidgeting, night becomes day, day becomes death, all hell breaks loose, I know it’s real, when they say we are more than soulmates, the bed is now a cradle for our tears, the house is empty, haunted by the wraiths of our emotions, the ones you’ve left behind have grown into psychotic demons, a day is too long, far too long to be away from you, I count down the days, until you return, until then, I’ll pretend that i’ve lost everything and be mad, sad, dysfunctional as I can be, until then…

© elancharan


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