An Extra Day


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I’ve lived so long
with these pictures,
these images
of who you were,
who I imagine you to be,
that I can’t tell
who you really are.

Every day I’ve lived without you
is another day
the hole in my soul
grows larger,
and its vastness
is now immeasurable,
ridiculous in its ability
to swallow me at any moment.

And today,
I get an extra day
to live without you,
and extra shot of longing
in its most bitter form.

I hover on the edge of madness,
on the edge of that canyon
you created with your absence,
your silence,
and I wonder if it’s time to jump.



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