In my mind we're sharing this cigarette while passing it hand to hand... But then I remember that you're not really here... And it falls right into the sand.
Tag: Missing you
The Ending
We both know the ending. I won't find you nor will you find me.
10 Minutes
Now I know that you can be ten minutes away or ten hours away... And I still won't know the difference.
As If
You aren't here with us to pass around your stories, So we speak to each other as if you are dead. You'll never know the impact you had upon us, And it hurts to believe we'll never see you again.
Absorbed
I'm realizing that all those mannerisms and questionable traits you had have now been absorbed by me. So it's like you're still here. Even though you can't be.
Weathered
Sun-bleached boards and weathered planks parted those sandy dunes... And they carried the thoughts and solemn footsteps... That once belonged to me and you.
Strangled
When you come to mind air becomes non-existent. I'm just left gagging and gasping from an invisible hand that only releases enough to prevent my complete suffocation. But still I think of you...
Drowning
If I close my eyes and hold my breath,
I can imagine myself back besides you.
Within that moment I’m back
floating in your scent,
drowning in your touch,
and backstroking in your presence.
But as soon as I relax
and try to take a breath,
I’m sucked back into the present…
Once again left gasping for air.
Ritual
You have become my mind's daily ritual. My silent reminder and sobering remembrance of everything I did.
Somewhere
I can picture you alone somewhere in a southern state, Smoking a chain of cigarettes while another drink awaits. A loft with wood floors is probably what you now call home, Still lost to the world with emotions like stone.
Anonymously Hal 
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