Being without you is lonely in the strangest kind of way
There is no gaping whole of sorrow
My life didn’t stop when you drove away
This feeling isn’t overwhelming
It doesn’t leave me paralyzed
I miss you in the smallest ways
Like being covered in a thousand tiny paper cuts
Each memory as insatiable as the last
They sting and pulse with every touch
But no blood rushes to the incision
There are no wounds to nurse
Just small enough to cause no bleeding
Just strong enough to cause great pain
Being without you is lonely in the strangest kind of way
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