Without You
The world looks like driving at night,
headlights only bright enough
to see that a cliff isn’t in this next step—
but maybe in the next.
The world feels like walking out to your car
knowing you’ve forgotten something,
but unable to recall
that you left your lunch in the fridge.
The world tastes the last words I said to you;
sometimes sweet, sometimes bitter,
but always a reminder
there are no more words to share.
The world smells like rancid sugar,
all the sweet things you will never experience,
and extra sour citrus candy,
all the suffering you won’t know.
The world sounds like an echo in a short room;
sometimes you are here or there
but never near at all,
and, yet, I still strain to hear you once more.
The world hasn’t been the same without you,
and neither have I.
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