I lost my footing when you left.
My words turned into gasps, my thoughts into smog.
The silence hit me across my chest.
I gave up control.
I wanted to cry in front of you but couldn’t let you leave, worrying about me.
The things around me are perceived much more terrifyingly without you around.
My bed is too wide and my bones become hollow.
This dependency is dangerous, but oh how I love you so.
I’ll be okay, I’ll be okay, I’ll be okay, and if not I’ll let you know.
So again I say that you’ll be back soon enough.
I’m careful not to say that you need to stay.
I need time with myself, I don’t always like myself, you should bring me home.
We need to go home, together, finally.