Alive without you
Alive without you,
I’m left on the streets like a dog-end
flicked from the stained fingers of fate.
My light and heat dissipate.
Alive without you,
my breathing subsists in short gasps,
not those gulping down lungfuls of love
when we laughed.
Alive without you,
my vision is smeared like the windows
on every dim shop on the street. Now I walk,
a stranger with no-one to meet.
Alive without you,
the end of the road is in sight,
a darkening cloud filled with night.
A tunnel with no point of light.
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