(( First Monk fic. Be kind! Would like to see some reviews and what people thought.))
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There is a hollow spot in my bed
A place I didn't want to see unfilled
When your shape lay there
It was as if everything was whole
And everything was safe.
My world was suddenly complete
and nothing could change the adoration,
the respect, and the tinder in my heart
that helped my passion burn for you.
Then one day
Everything fell into disarray
Everyone was suddenly invisible
Everywhere was gone.
I was broken in half
And although I'd like to think part of me is gone
It's not.
Because I can feel the pain that it causes me.
I'm still all here.
But I'm not put together the right way.
And I have been fumbling with the pieces
for so long.
Nothing has a taste or a smell anymore
It's all one big void.
Perhaps I was wrong to imagine that there would be a life
after your death.
It's so hard, Trudy.
Too hard sometimes.
There is a smog inside my head
confusing me
shielding me from seeing what is right
what I should focus on.
I am unsafe
Even though I'm home,
I am lost.
Right now, all I need is for someone to say
"it will be okay;
"you will make it through this despair alive."
And for me to believe that the statement is true.
Yet, knowing in my soul, that it might not be.
As long as I have what memory I keep of you
I won't lose myself.
Maybe I won't vanish into thin air.