Ouch
what I wouldn't give
to have you on the back of the couch
where you belong; to have you live
with me for a little more
as long as you
weren't sore.
I miss you.
There is a crater in my life
that you made when you left this plane
There's a light
you brought to my life
that I look for every night.
My back, feels as if a knife
has been stuck between my shoulder blades
since you've been gone.
I've had one good night of sleep, well, may-
be two since you've been gone.
The pain doesn't fade
it doesn't diminish.
I feel like this play
has had a sick finish.
Most days I fake it
- and almost believe - that I'm okay
but I can't shake it
- no real relief - I don't want you away.
You were so much a part of me
and now that you have departed from me
I feel I have to relearn life.
It's almost like having to learn to walk again,
to breathe again
to talk again
to be me again.
To be everything again without you, Linus.
Minus Linus
I am a sore excuse for a person.
Without you, I am a diet version.
I miss you, my best friend.
I don't think I could ever be prepared
for the end.
I never thought you could make me care
so much with how many defenses
I had built.
And now I don't know
if that part of me has been killed,
if I have anywhere else to grow
even after everything you've taught.
I want to make you proud of me
but right now that's a lot
to ask for
a task for
which I am not prepared.
I never thought I could have cared
this much for anyone again.
I truly miss you my dearest friend.