The days pass slowly, everything missing a half. My sentences linger in the air awaiting your completion. Many words remain unsaid. Many dreams remain untrue. And yet my life still goes on, my life without you.
What a cruel fate this is, for me to live and you to die. For my life to be torn in two. That I should be left behind to wander aimlessly throughout the world, alone, incomplete. And yet my life still goes on, my life without you.
You were always my favourite and I know you knew. I count each day, counting down to our next meeting. My partner in crime. My brother. My twin. My missing half. And yet my life still goes on, my life without you.