Losing you felt like the last breath
I had to wake my comatose heart up
And remind myself it had more beating to do.
It wasn’t a gunshot to the heart
The pain was just stunning.
We used to be
We used to beat as one
You were my light
Allowed me to forget
that I needed the sun
I still can’t decide if that’s a negative or positive
Possibly imperfect but from whose point of view
When all the positives in my life point back to you