There is nothing today
Except the news that you're going away.
And what that really means underneath it all.
So many feelings, and only quotes will do me justice, I can't write the terrible truth and what this reality really means to me.
"You make me feel as if confessing my heart was a game of charades. Tears such as these could only be born of soul ripping sorrow. They fall, in relentless procession, summer rain upon parched playa, relentless."
And
"It was surprising how you could spend hours during the day pretending things were okay and in thirty seconds of nighttime know that that simply wasn't so."
My heart still feels as if it's going to implode. All I kept imagining between bouts of tears was of banging my fists against your dash board.
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