When you left, I lost a part of myself.
I thought that piece of me faded and died.
I stumbled on my own ignorance,
drug induced, comatose,
and torn at the seams.
When I began to grab on to reality
and climb out of my own hell,
I realized you didn’t leave; I did.
In the back of my mind,
you were always there.
I just created a plane of misery
contributing to my own demise.
KLJ